This Cake-art is a Treasure Chest,
Picturing, her life, to Seventy-Five
Special prizes, in Gwen's nest,
Received, and Given, throughout her life.
Happy Birthday Gwen
By Arley Steinhour 082612
Gwen, my friend, turns Seventy-Five,
Not today, but, for sure, tomorrow,
She say's 'It's so great to be alive,'
Her words indeed, I don't need to borrow.
The times we grew, through war, work, and love,
Nestled, in 'Small-town' U. S. A,
Were greatly blessed by God, above,
With nothing, we learned to play.
Graduating, all would go our way,
Most, East, North, South, or West,
Optimistically charged, to do, and say,
Those things needed, to be our best.
In hard times, she 'grew,'
In her life-view foundation,
In good times, Gwen 'flew,'
With the Joy of Creation.
Our paths didn't cross for too many years
But, her eyes, and smile, tell her story,
Life's wisdom, founded on Boos, and Cheers,
Forming, Great Love for all, to God's Glory.
I offer this, my gift of rhyme,
To celebrate double focus of love,
My friend, Gwen, at her Birthday Time,
And God, making 'Life-Rhyme,' above.
I not only say: AMEN
but, Happy Seventy-fifth Birthday, Gwen.