Your face is serene!
Your mind is keen!
Your body is lean,
but, you are still a teen.
Then you say…
Mom, what do you mean?
Very soon, there will be a different scene.
I pray for the things that may be unforeseen.
I pray that the Holy Spirit will always
in your life intervene.
And with your heart and your mind
mightily serve Jesus, the King of Kings.
May your Christian walk never become routine,
and your soul keep pure and clean.
So, this poem I must now convene.
Oh! The blessings of being seventeen!
Written to my beloved daughter, Angela.
Soon to be 17, March 13, 2005.
Patricia Sprague 2005