Proud Mother Poem by Fired Heart

Little tiny ball of love
How beautiful you are.
I count my blessings every day I have kept you.

You make me smile,
You make me cry.
It has been hard,
But every bit worth my while.

We play games together that only we can;
We speak another language
Only you and I can understand.

You, the most precious gift
I have ever been given.

Now you are two years old.
Despite the sleepless nights
You have lined every day since your birth
With bright shinny gold.

I love you, my angel child.

(8/4/07)