Stages, a birthday poem for Constance Marie by Tracy Diane Miller

As a child there is a fascination
As the seasons begin to change
The handiwork of time
As Nature is rearranged
A tree once adorned with leaves
Will soon stand proud and bare
When summer becomes a memory
Yet winter need not signal despair
Your life has been about stages
Measured as it seems
The little girl who became
The woman who pursued her dreams
To live the life of an actor
Where all the world’s a stage
To emotionally connect with an audience
Their hearts and minds you engage
To inspire the Muse of a poet
With the words she longs to convey
The rhythm is her voice
As she wishes you the very best on your birthday