Creation
Little stitches, not very neat,
Shape taking form
In my shaking hands
You begin to be born
Happy birthday,
I hope you like this world.
Your form is curved
Made of the white shells
I found just to make you
and to make those
just like you
on these lonely nights.
Happy birthday,
little charm of mine,
I hope you like this world.
You made of shells from home,
Please protect the one I care for.