Oh my heart aches at how time flies. Yet still I smile because the master let me hold you awhile. So watch you grow I will.
Hoping you will always remember kindness of heart. This world can get cold as you grow old. Hold tight to the light in your young heart. Guard it or the world will tear it apart.
Embrace that light and let it shine knowing that your heart beat was sparked by mine.
Thank you sweet son for choosing me to be your Mommy. Forever and always you are my pride. My sweet little baby the last of my tribe.~(c) R.M. 2011~