Not by chance nor by coincidence
From the spark of His fire has she come
Born to her mum and to her dad
To leave a mark on the pages of life
To bring joy to the hearts of those who know her
To be a lover, a companion, a friend, a wife
To the man who has chosen her
To be the mother to his children.
Life in this world is a privilege
A nursery, a school, a work place
A test of strength, wit and will
All on borrowed time
And she thanks Him, The Almighty Heavenly Father
For the chance to make a difference
No matter how trivial or small
In this borrowed world.
- M@t@Maya (© 18 July 2012)
