There will be times when the storms in the ocean seem to swell;
When the skies above darken and the whispers start to yell
When you feel like the only soul left in this world,
And the corner is refuge to your weakened body curled

I'll tell you now, sweet child of the early and free years,
Those rosy cheeks of yours will become home to many tears.
And the sad times will seem too big for your little eyes.
But whenever you feel lost, just look to the skies.

Broken hearts will come and go like the seasons
And troubles will come on occasion, lacking reasons.
But we come from a long line of strong  hearts,
And these bad times and sad times are all beautiful parts

Of the astounding and wonderful life you've yet to live.
So don't cry now, but think of what you have now to give
In a world that sometimes seems a little dark and a little grim,
Fill it will love, and hope: happiness stuffed to the brim.

So little girl of the past:
This world is so vast,
And filled with little time
So please, remember this rhyme
And wipe your tears little child
And I'll look back on this day, as one when you smiled.

Love Always,
Meghan