Labour of love

Birthday eve traditions that we always keep The birth tale at bedtime, the cake made while they sleep I say years ago, tonight, you were on your way Contractions building, promise in the day And as I tell the tale, to lanky limbs, dishevelled hair, a cheeky grin The years roll back... yeah, the years roll back... It was a labour of love, labour of love that brought you here I've never worked so hard, or felt such joy, or wept such happy tears And now I labour with love, labour with love as I create Infused with memories, your birthday cake Breaking in the eggs, I remember waters breaking I wait for it to bake, like that long-ago waiting I push through to my deadline, weary to my very core Gaze on what I've made, feel my spirits soar For I am holding you, your tiny nails, your downy head, your weary wails It takes me back... yeah, it takes me back... It was a labour of love, labour of love that brought you here I've never worked so hard, or felt such joy, or wept such happy tears And now I labour with love, labour with love as I create Infused with memories, your birthday cake And can the satisfaction compare Of successfully styling a buttercream bear Of the soulful eyes of a chocolate giraffe Of a cauldron of slime (Cue maniacal laugh!) With you? With the wonder, the mystery of you? It's a pale imitation But it takes me back to that day It was a labour of love, labour of love that brought you here On this day, this day we met, I treasure every year And now I labour with love, labour with love as I create Infused with memories... your birthday cake Labour of love, labour of love - that's what I bake Labour of love, labour of love - to celebrate Labour of love, labour of love - what we create