Racy Rachel’s speeding on
Another year has come and gone
Each year filled with passing days
Time arrives but never stays.
Where is the infant we once knew?
A school girl now comes into view,
Pretty as a picture, a dimpled smile
Revealing her distinctive style.
Now you are eight, we’re here to say
Happy returns of your birthday
Followed by years when unravelling streams
Bring to reality your hidden dreams.

February 2005