I gotta dotta: an R-bell...

Annabelle Rose Elvita
Heer Walker, that is her name;
times her room could be neater,
we love her though just the same.

They say this day is special;
no longer a "teen-ager",
I don't know, but I guess she'll
settle (-not such a rager)!

Been connecting with a team,
(no sleep-ins on those team-days)
life's not always what it seems,
"Some folk are different" she says.

Learning to listen and love
folk with their differences too,
keeping connected above
all that's important to you.

Still big decisions to make
about next year and her life,
but small ones on the way shape
more than we know, they are rife

with potential as Jesus
(that's the one she calls her Lord)
told us, our Father sees us
"cups of wat-er" ain't ignored,

visiting those in trouble:
in hospital, or in jail;
giving, what looks like stubble,
but 'tsall the grain in your pail;

trusting the one who makes grain
multiply in the dark earth
so that it rises again
but with new body, new birth.

Losing control of the helm,
gaining the rest of a child,
learning with fears, to quell 'em
through faith & love that is wild.

God's hope for her is greater
he says than what we could dream,
so I'll gladly be "waiter",
& "watcher" for that bright sheen.

Anarther father.