These Are My JOTtings, Part #2

Seventeen

Seventeen, the daughter grows.
Seventeen, the last child year.
Seventeen, before we knows,
she's a woman, and that's so so clear.

Seventeen, concentric days.
Seventeen, the tree rings show.
Seventeen, each part displays
the baby, child, and youth I know.

Seventeen, a tear comes down.
Seventeen, what Joy and Grace!
Seventeen, what blest renown
to lead this Shanna in this place!

Seventeen, a Gift from God.
Seventeen, a Gift returned.
Seventeen your days applaud,
for great things, you have always learned.

Seventeen, the years behind.
Seventeen the years to come.
Seventeen more, Lord, refine
her days on Earth to greatest sum.

Seventeen, bless you Shanna Joy!
Seventeen, Jade and Amber Jewel!
Seventeen, Hopes each day employ,
'til day of days be vintage toile.

Seventeen displays you grown.
Seventeen, a name you've made.
Seventeen, when gone, please phone
your Dad, his heart you'll give such aid.

by Jay O’Toole
on September 12th, 2020