On the Night You Were Born
Nancy Tillman
On the night you were born,
the moon smiled with such wonder
that the stars peeked in to see you
and the night wind whispered,
"Life will never be the
same."
Because there had never been anyone
like you...
ever in the world.
So enchanted with you were the wind and
the rain
that they whispered the sound of your
wonderful name.
The sound of your name is a magical
one.
Let's say it out loud before we go on.
It sailed through the farmland
high on the breeze...
Over the ocean...
And through the trees...
Until everyone heard it
and everyone knew
of the one and only ever you.
Not once had there been such eyes,
such a nose,
such silly, wiggly, wonderful toes.
In fact, I think I'll count to three
so you can wiggle your toes for me.
When the polar bears heard,
they danced until dawn.
From faraway places,
the geese flew home.
The moon stayed up until
morning next day.
And none of the ladybugs flew away.
So whenever you doubt just how special
you are
and you wonder who loves you, how much
and how far,
listen for geese honking high in the
sky.
(They're singing a song to remember you
by.)
Or notice the bears asleep at the zoo.
(It's because they've been dancing all
night for you!)
Or drift off to sleep to the sound of
the wind.
(Listen closely...it's whispering your
name again!)
If the moon stays up until morning one
day,
or a ladybug lands and decides to stay,
or a little bird sits at your window
awhile,
it's because they're all hoping to see
you smile...
For never before in story or rhyme
(not even once upon a time)
has the world ever known a you, my
friend,
and it never will, not ever again...
Heaven blew every trumpet
and played every horn
on the wonderful, marvelous
night you were born.
