Born in January

January’s Child

Oh, January’s child, born of winter’s chill,
Conceived in springtime’s daffodil thrill.
A moment of love in April’s embrace,
Now here you are, a bright new face.

Your birthstone sparkles—a garnet so red,
A gem of passion where dreams are fed.
It whispers of trust, of strength so true,
A treasure as precious as lovely you.

The snowdrop and carnation claim your bloom,
January’s flowers to brighten the gloom.
Pure white snowdrops, a symbol of hope,
And carnations in hues that help us cope.

Capricorn’s wisdom or Aquarius’ flair,
The stars decided which gifts you bear.
Practical goat or a water bearer free,
The cosmos sculpted your destiny.

January’s child, so full of delight,
Born in the month of frost and white.
With garnet, snowdrops, and zodiac’s glow,
You’re a gift to the world, more than you know!