Bie


Thursday, August 13, 2009
To my belove Mummy:


You tucked me in, turned out the light
Kept me safe and sound at night
Little girls depend on things like that


Brushed my teeth and combed my hair
Had to drive me everywhere
You were always there when I look back


You had to do it all alone
Make a living, make a home
Must have been as hard as it could be


And when I couldn't sleep at night
Scared things wouldn't turn out right
You would hold my hand and sing to me


Caterpillar in the tree
How you wonder who you'll be
Can't go far but you can always dream.


Wish you may and wish you might
Don't you worry, hold on tight
I promise you there will come a day
Butterfly fly away ...



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