It’s my daughter’s 25th birthday today. 

From the microscopic to the philanthropic;
From the ovum, small, to the amazon, tall;
From dividing cell to a stunning belle;
From a tiny fetus to one who can teach us;
After nine months gestation to a real sensation;
From a babe in arms to a singer of psalms;
From a roller, a crawler, a walker and a talker
For two decades and a half, I could cry and laugh;
At the quarter of a century since you made your entry;
From a small seed sown to a woman grown!

JAL 26.09.2018