Tonight, the angels descend
to sing melodic songs
together with the chirping of a bird,
released from her cage
the hooting of the owl
satiated by a hearty meal
and the steady call of the cicadas
after being burrowed for 17 years.
A seeming cacophony of discordant notes,
faint at first until they get louder
and the air is filled with heaven’s harmony
all made lovely
for tonight she turns sixty
Armed with nothing but her ubiquitous smile
more radiant as ever,
better than the child who first experiences rain
after a long dry spell
or when she first held snow in her tiny hands.
As if granted of a wish by her fairy
she smiles triumphantly
For tonight she turns sixty
She is my morning coffee
My sunshine after a well slept night
She is the light that illumines my path
on a bumpy, dark, dangerous road.
She is my queen, my glory,
my present and my distant future.
Together we shall forever be happy
washing away the doldrums of idleness
laughing our way to a journey of happiness.
Join me and my family as we all sing
Happy birthday with all your might
For she turns sixty tonight