On an auspicious day a woman suffered to make happiness carved of the fruits from her seed to create a skin white , eyes closed in a tiny body everyone celebrates 

In her she still feels the same way she felt the very first time she crossed paths in her arms even after double decades . 
When skin darkens , eyes widening and the body stretched with different cause of celebration just as the seed  turned to fruit 

An exhilarating, amazing and incredible growth we call birthday 

A memorable reoccurring event cherished when a woman bore me with love 

And my amoring father

Held his greatest treasure in his arms smiling effortlessly with so make make dream come true