You landed in this world
Red headed and angry- on your due date.
You raged until your sister sang to you
And I formally welcomed you.
You embodied your name
Climbing out of your crib-before you could crawl.
You sang the notes to my music
And joined Mariah's song.
You are the iron winged butterfly
So delicate in body-with might in spirit.
You laugh and the other flyers answer
And we all rejoice.
You are carried so carefully
And loved so completely.
Happy birthday my little love. As long and we are able we will go and do and be all that we can.
So little and all are so beautiful.
And on this day you are 20.
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