Tanah DeAnn Hislop was born 22 years ago today.
Tanah DeAnn Hislop
Dimples deep in the cheek,
Hair wild with bouncy curl,
Eyes alight with fire or ice...
These belong to my “little” girl.
She is really gorgeous,
So very pretty to see.
But physical beauty is not what
Defines her for me.
Vibrant is the word I choose.
Vibrant Vivid. Vital. Alive.
There is passion
And intelligence in her sparkling eyes.
The room seems to light up
When Tanah walks in
Colors intensify, hues brighten
And the volume ascends.
She’s a tease and a lark,
So much fun to be with…
Be it cold water in showers
Or revelations of a kiss...
Her talents as an actress
Be it a witch or a queen,
Were sights to behold,
She captured each scene.
She continues with theater
Though not on the stage.
She prefers to sew costumes
For her daily wage.
Her skill as a designer
And her vision of theme
Are honestly visionary
As she follows her dream.
She has strong opinions--
She is not shy to share.
She’s a champion of the causes
About which she cares.
And she cares deeply, VERY deeply
For those she calls friends.
If she loves you, she LOVES you
And will to the end.
Your happiness she’ll guard
And your honor defend.
Her sweet heart is huge
And has tender spots
Harsh words and harsh looks
Give her pain... quite a lot
A soft heart is not weak;
Hers is especially strong.
She battles through pain
And helps others belong.
Zorro the racist dog,
Babbs the vicious attack bird,
And Hamlet the LARGE rabbit…
They are her dear herd.
A sewing machine dubbed Loretta
And a car she named Frank
Are a few of the inanimate objects
For which she gives thanks.
She loves us too,
Probably more than her beasts
More than her machines,
Or a delicious home-cooked feast.
We love her more, MUCH MORE,
Than can be expressed with a word.
Sweet Tanah, dear Tanah,
You are a gift from our God.
Please remember, oh remember
That we love dearly love you!!!
And that Christ loves you too
As much as we do.
We are not perfect;
our love will fall short
There will be times
We cannot help with your hurt
But your Father in Heaven
And your Mother Divine
Have a love for you
As eternal as mine.
May you feel Their love
And the love of their Son,
May you know you’re Their daughter,
My sweet, precious one!!!
Tanah DeAnn Hislop
Dimples deep in the cheek,
Hair wild with bouncy curl,
Eyes alight with fire or ice...
These belong to my “little” girl.
She is really gorgeous,
So very pretty to see.
But physical beauty is not what
Defines her for me.
Vibrant is the word I choose.
Vibrant Vivid. Vital. Alive.
There is passion
And intelligence in her sparkling eyes.
The room seems to light up
When Tanah walks in
Colors intensify, hues brighten
And the volume ascends.
She’s a tease and a lark,
So much fun to be with…
Be it cold water in showers
Or revelations of a kiss...
Her talents as an actress
Be it a witch or a queen,
Were sights to behold,
She captured each scene.
She continues with theater
Though not on the stage.
She prefers to sew costumes
For her daily wage.
Her skill as a designer
And her vision of theme
Are honestly visionary
As she follows her dream.
She has strong opinions--
She is not shy to share.
She’s a champion of the causes
About which she cares.
And she cares deeply, VERY deeply
For those she calls friends.
If she loves you, she LOVES you
And will to the end.
Your happiness she’ll guard
And your honor defend.
Her sweet heart is huge
And has tender spots
Harsh words and harsh looks
Give her pain... quite a lot
A soft heart is not weak;
Hers is especially strong.
She battles through pain
And helps others belong.
Zorro the racist dog,
Babbs the vicious attack bird,
And Hamlet the LARGE rabbit…
They are her dear herd.
A sewing machine dubbed Loretta
And a car she named Frank
Are a few of the inanimate objects
For which she gives thanks.
She loves us too,
Probably more than her beasts
More than her machines,
Or a delicious home-cooked feast.
We love her more, MUCH MORE,
Than can be expressed with a word.
Sweet Tanah, dear Tanah,
You are a gift from our God.
Please remember, oh remember
That we love dearly love you!!!
And that Christ loves you too
As much as we do.
We are not perfect;
our love will fall short
There will be times
We cannot help with your hurt
But your Father in Heaven
And your Mother Divine
Have a love for you
As eternal as mine.
May you feel Their love
And the love of their Son,
May you know you’re Their daughter,
My sweet, precious one!!!
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