HAPPY BIRTHDAY LILY

Lily

by

Grandma Baadsgaard

Happy third birthday my precious little Lily. What joy you bring to my heart.

First came the light

Caleb was born

Consider the lilies - how they grow

Solomon in all his glory

not arrayed like one of these.

Then came loss

Caleb’s death

White lilies

Resting on his grave

White angel

Soaring heavenward

Your Father knoweth

ye have need

Fear not

Heaven’s light

Dressed in white

Lily took Caleb’s hand

“I’m so glad you are home.

Your death there is like birth here.

Now it is my turn to leave

Is birth there like death here?”

Then came the light

Lily was born

Consider the lilies – how they grow

Stone rolled away

Resurrection

In the garden

Where each red drop fell

A lily grew

God’s promises

never forgotten

Happy Birthday Emma

When You Are Seven

by

Grandma Baadsgaard

Happy 7th Birthday my Emma dear. I love you so.

When you are seven

You can’t be eleven

For seven is less

You can probably guess

That seven is grand

If you can . .  .

Handle teeth falling out

Arms and legs that sprout

Adding and subtracting

While you feel the urge to sing

And at the most unlikely times

You just feel sublime

And dancing, that comes next

You twirl your very best

And when you’re with your grandma

You can just be la-de-daw

For seven is really a piece of heaven

If you are my Emma-bam-bevan