Happy Birthday, Caitlin!
Can e'er a daughter make you sense the world?
A child so warm and beautiful is she,
Intelligent and bright with hair quick curled.
Thus many heads turns she so easily.
I know I've failed to let her feel my love,
Not having been there when she'd needed me.
Not touching all the pain so'd she, my dove,
Eventually lose soft tranquility.
Responding now, this woman, lost in thought,
From depths of misery pure pain explodes.
I thank her for the knowledge she's just brought
Elicits treasure troves where light abodes.
Let only wondrous wishes tend your time,
Dear doctor daughter mine - you're sweet sublime!
28 Feb 2011