Her one true consistent by a long mile
Not to count her gentleness as a summer’s glow,
Or her beauty clearing doubt’s shadow,
Is her heart lifting, encompassing smile.
For all her years she has gifted us joy
Singing our hearts content when as a child
Laughing ‘Give it a lash Jack’, her voice so mild,
Navigating life as it is, her toy.
Every day we are thankful she is here
Bestowing her presence and charm filled cheer
We, the fortunate few under her light,
Can shout out to all ‘There is an end to night!’
Each year we celebrate and her birth be played
This Goddaughter One whom we call Sinead

For Sinead on her birthday 8th January 2014