It is said that bad luck follows the number thirteen;
An ominous omen of doom from misfortune’s queen.
And yet I find this very difficult to believe,
For in you, my thirteenth, great blessings have I received.
A cache of vibrant words that fills the world with color
Weaved in an intricate loom and crafted with rigor.
Panacea to the ills that haunt me from the past.
An interesting addition to my life’s great cast.
A kindred spirit and a student of life as well,
Such calm and soothing presence is found in this young belle.
You’re a fellow wordsmith and conversationalist.
It makes me glad to know that people like you exist.
You are my thirteenth blessing, I’d like to say my thanks
You give me more riches than those stored in all the banks.