The clock clasps limply on midnight

Twelve soft chimes ring out

Herald of your birth

The day the world grew a bit brighter

Mourning Doves cry here desperate for you

Magpies warble there in joy for your arrival

All of nature beckons you to arise

Greet the future with open palms

Invite the love that you deserve

This year I may not be there

But know I hold you in my thoughts

I send well wishes and good luck

And lots and lots of love

Happy Birthday

Mo Shíoghrá