A ten year old with wild dreams,
An astronomist in the making;
Bumped through life’s many pitfalls,
Stumbled a bit, wavering.
Your mama’s told me all about you-
With dreams taller than your statue;
The goings rough, in the mean while;
Yes you- I know, don’t deny it.
They’ll say baby girl- get over it
And think hugs, kisses will erase it;
But I’ve been there honey and I tell you-
When the storm comes; got to keep your head up.
Yes you- but it will get better-
If not, I wouldn’t be writing this;
And though, love doesn’t make it go away-
I know, but it does make it better.
So yes, keep your head up baby girl,
And know that mama’s in your corner-
Always, and the spiral that’s coming down-
From there, you will build your skyline.
Stay strong, baby girl- you’ll make it.