Praise be to the fates
Too innumerable to count
That brought to us she that we call daughter.
Arwen, the name we call her
Arwen that loves her baths
And Arwen, that likes to move fast.
Day and Night joy is brought
A new story with every hour
A new smile with every minute
Fast she grows, Arwen
Too fast for these young eyes and old soul
Each moment an eternity.
For grammar’s spite I write
In verse and prose I type
Forever entombed, preserved in the Net.