You take my hand
Then you let it go
You said “You are ready”
To face it on your own

It won't be easy
Sometimes you'll fall
But there will be moments
That will make it all worth-wild

You said “Be a good person”
“Never let anyone Bring you down”
And Remember to stand tall
Don't ever hit the ground

But when you do
Rise up tall
Don't ever let the world
Make you feel small

Fight for the right
Denounce the wrong
I can tell you Daughter
You are so so strong

And I know all
about your scars
Each one makes you
Who you are

And it's OK Dear
Your wars over now
Live in peace
And be proud

So I want to thank you Mother
For breathing life into me
For seeing what you see
And teaching me

For every lesson
For every Hug
And for teaching me
How to Love

Feathers Flapping In Frigid Wind,
Wonderfully White--Smooth As Tin,
Lustrous As The Sun On A Sailfish's Fin,
Frantic Thoughts Calmed By A Pure Grin,
The Cold Pushed Away From My Soft Skin,
By All Of Life's Distant Kin

The Dampness Of My Cheeks Dried,
The Grin Still Shining--Ultimatly Bona Fide,
The Tangled Strings Of My Puppet Carefully Untied,
The Waves Of Destiny A Gentle Tide,
Lapping--Healing My Soul's Battered Sides,
The Stars In There Started To Collide,
Creating Flames--Warming All The Chilling Horrors I've Had To Abide

The Spark In My Eyes Fueled By Flapping Wings,
And My Heart Lulled To Peace By A Symphony Of Strings,
So Joyous I Had To Sing,
And Even Though My Scars Still Sting,
They Are Healing From The Kiss Of Angelic Wings,
My World No Longer Ruled--By The Illuminti King

Little things I love about you; the way you say "don't go".
Or when your eyes settle on me like a fresh blanket of snow.
That goofy grin I adore that swallows most of your face,
is the same pair of lips that I wish my kisses traced.
The way you hold a conversation is how you hold a bird;
steady, calm, and careful.
I cling to every word.
I was never given a title,
I stopped keeping score.
But for the record, let it show
that I was always yours.