Schubert’s Sweet Symphony of a Woman
Sweet harmony mingles in the air.
Cherubs dance like fluttering butterflies.
Heaven's harps weave musical serenity.
Uttered prayers float above the stars.
Bring a baby with downy softness,
Earthly form and purity of soul.
Rejoicing tickles life's smiling fancy.
The prayers reach the dwelling of angels.
Surely it is a miracle, a daughter.
She joyfully grows toward womanhood,
With wings she spreads and soars.
Ever nourishing her inner spirit,
Every beauty of life surrounds her.
Treasured, loving child of God.
Shared moments are her riches,
Yielded love, unconditionally, her forte.
Most fortunate to become a sister.
Partner and friend for life,
Happily shares her joys and sorrows.
Overwhelmed, a cherished wife.
Now she is a vessel for life,
Yielding, embracing, dreaming.
Offering prayers of thankfulness.
Fortunate, blessed, in awe, a mother!
A circle of life is forming.
What a fortunate woman she is.
Oh, her heart fills to overflowing,
Maybe the biggest role's yet to come,
A trophy, as she crosses the finish line.
Nana! Oma! Grammy! She is inspired.