To me you are a super start
and I owe you so much more
than the few words
that have come in to my head.
For all the dreams that you gave up,
for all the stories that you read.
For all the dinner that you made
and all the mess you cleaned up.
For all the cold's, flu's and snotty noes,
for all the sleepless night.
For all the pranks that we played.
For all the fights you broke up
and all the lies that we said.
For not saying I told you so when it was clear
and for all the ironing that you did.
For all the plays you didn't miss,
for all the angry words I said.
For all the beds that you made,
for all the cake that I still think about.
To me you are the best, a real superstar,
you didn't run or turn away
just said 'Ok lets start again'
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