A Happy Birthday Poem for Stephanie

Six years is a tiny speck in time.
But without you, the universe would be amiss.

It would not stir up Dad's desire for the first ever internet order
That sent Mom a bouquet celebrating the first sign of your coming.

It would not beget a warm body like a little furnace
That naps between Dad and Mom at daybreak every morning.

It would be deprived of a young skier
That plays peekaboo with energies, kinetic and potential.

It would be devoid of a good batter
That trains with confidence to become a great pitcher.

It would be short of a trophy-winning artist
That paints in bright colors God's wonder creatures.

It would fail to resonate with a pianist
That dances elegantly on the keyboard your agile fingers.

It would not hear a spelling bee
That recites verses after verses from the Scrip-ture.

It would not observe a genuine pilgrim
That reminds your Dad to begin praying from that corner.

It would not witness a time-conscious soul
That asks if you are on time or belated.

It would not instantly stop a bicker between Mom and Dad
With your impromptu line of godsend: it's not worth it!

It would lack one charming angel
That innately beams out smiles so captivating.

It would rob many friends of a gem
That proves adorable and endearing.

What a blessing you have been!
Six years is just the beginning.

(Composed around the first morning hour on 2004/6/14)