As you turn Seven

As you turn Seven

Seven years have passed, and I got a treasure to reveal.

From first till the seventh; it all passed like Sunday and till the Saturday.

All the treasures lie hidden in all these seven years you have so well lived.

Let’s make life short but exhilarating and relive these seven years, for on and on.

The first year you spent like Sunday; and just lazing all around.

Often you smiled and cried; out of sync of your world around.

My father once said when I had visited my newborn nephew.

This is when God communes with them till they grasp little of what their Momma say.

The second year you spent topsy-turvy, losing the baby fat; so typical of a Monday.

Nothing deters you from attempting to stand and walk even after the repetitive falls.

So often you snatched away my newspaper, to read; sat over it and peed all over.

Who better than a toddler, can teach us the spirit of making fun of oneself?

With the third year comes the Tuesday that’s to be dealt with some control over life.

Soon do you realize that balance comes only as we start and continue walking.

You seek less help and try to step forward unassisted.

Life teaches you your first lesson on self-dependence, as all around you would alas fade out.

The fourth year being your Wednesday that enrichens you with some contemplation.

The mind perceives the boundless and goes on to fill the entire sky.

Ego still remains unknown and everything you look at with an unswerving razzmatazz.

This was a phase, I still remember, I wanted to look even beyond the sky.

The fifth year being your Thursday; the baby teeth turns illusory and drops one by one.

None can escape your questions, to know the why and how of what.

Your heart fills with compassion and love even for those you meet just once.

Only if I can hold on to some of it, keeping the child in me still alive.

The sixth year passes off quick enough as our Fridays.

Your spirit, and the energy with all its vigor strives to touch cloud nine.

You seek to uncover the mystery in all and discover the very purpose of our being.

And rap derisively those codes of conduct older folks fail to substantiate.

And this year, being the Saturday of your life as you turn Seven

We all wish you and seek blessings right from the heaven.

Treasure always, your ability to discern right from the wrong which this year brings along!

Ain’t these treasures big enough; should let you live life, let be it rough and long.