Good morning little birds, how are you today!
Different from a child, with something more to say!
Who will you be tomorrow, or the next day?
Will you be blue with sadness, because you cannot find your way?
Or will you be green with envy, ok but maybe just for a day.
I wish golden sunshine upon you, as with life you play, you must live your life in your spacial way.
I care not who you were nor who you are today, just know that I will love you come whatever may.
I care only if your happy and are growing to find you way, just remember whatever path you choose I’ll love you till my dying day.
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Debra Sabiston
Mother of two amazing humans!
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