TZC.

a gentle drop upon our strand of life,
a marker, a note, of a single day;
being known as one of great delight,
yet holding too, the toil along the way.

 

what ripples, shall this now make?
what moments, stored eternal, thus ingrained?
oh tears, oh laughter, oh happy song,
starting now, new events in chain..

 

and yet, in all, we remember thus;
God in His mercy, was there for us.
And by His hand, as did the heavens wrought,
make a way for us, as His will we did sought.