To My First Born (Late Post)

Rae, you have no idea how much you mean to me

As you grow into what you are destined to be

You came from within; from just beneath my heart

it's there you'll always be though your own life will now start

You're growing so no longer my little girl

with misty eyes I send you out into this cold and heartless world

I know sometimes to you I seem cruel and unfair,

But one day you will see, It was all because I care.

The next few years will quickly go by

There will be laughter, happiness, sorrow and even a few tears to cry.

As you begin your growth to young adulthood, there is something you should know,

you’ll always be my source of pride, no matter where you go.

You must stand up tall and proud, within you feel no fear,

for all you dreams and goals, sit before you very near.

With god's love in your heart and the world by its tail,

you’ll always be my winner, and victory will prevail.

There are times when I am crazy and even a little deranged but,

I love you with my heart and soul and this will never change.

Happy Sixteenth Birthday!!!!!!!

Love Always,

Mommy

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