a birthday for Martha


it's no trick, mind you
this path of simple delight
and you've known it for years

I know you laugh with children
sing to the tree frogs
taste snowflakes
and still giggle like a cherub

I've seen that eternal spark
the wonder in your eyes
the curiosity
the soft knowing touch

be it 4 or 5 or 45
you are the ageless woman
dancing at sunrise
there on the sandy beach
anxiously awaiting the tide
ready to embrace its gifts
                   

                       © Chuck Beals 2002