Beloved, be it summer, winter, or spring What gifts decree the heavens to bring? Gathered clan: young, old, big and small Now sun of life, let the rains await the fall
Our joys together be without boundary But a standing quest, a defiant quandary For I say to them all, be it distaff or spear You must listen carefully, for you to hear
On this day we celebrate mothers Here with kin, sisters and brothers Harken! I say to you, the appointed Be aware soon, to cheer the anointed
The answer
Indeed, that is life, the riddle solved I hear Clan sword and quill, will gain a spear By providence, and by ancestors towered October first, we’ll welcome young Howard
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