Years ago, a day was blessed,
as the Angel was born.
Sun was smiling brighter,
As the Angel was born
Stars of the night sky twinkled,
As the Angel was born.
Waves of the blue sea bustled,
As Angel was born.
Breeze from the sea shore flirted,
As the Angel was born.
Sands of the Blue sphere flaunted,
As the Angel was born.
God's gift got to ground,
As the Angel was born.
The universe was going down,
As the mother was born.
Forty three years ago today,
The whole world sang "Happy Birthday"
Sharon Mathew
I wrote this for my mom's forty third birthday!❤️
Sharon Mathew
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