Nancy L. Meek

TO SYBLE

The Lord has blessed you with five senses
Since the timing of your birth.
Not everybody keeps them all
While they’re still here on earth

Look around and see the birds
Flying through the trees
And smell the scent of roses
Traveling with the breeze.

Listen to the sound of baby birds
Calling to their mother
And taste the sweetness of the figs,
Popping one and then another.

Touch the softness of your flesh
And feel the warmth within;
Then imagine for the moment
All the pleasures of the skin.

But these five senses aren’t the end,
We’ve over-looked another…
It’s the one that God bestowed
Unto a loving mother.

You know when a baby’s cry
Is from hunger or from pain
And know when they’ve been awfully good
Or up to tricks again.

Listen to the sound of them
Calling to their mother,
‘We hope your birthday’s happy,
More than any other!’

So have a drink, enjoy your kin,
We’re glad that you’re alive
To see this day come to pass
When you turn seventy-five!