With Love, Always

Before I knew the world at all,
I knew the comfort of your call —
a voice that turned the dark to gold,
a hand to hold when nights were cold.

You taught me how to stand, then run,
you cheered the small things I'd begun,
and every dream I dared to chase
first found its courage in your face.

So here's a little page, just yours —
no grand bouquet, no fancy doors,
just these few words I hope you see:
thank you for everything, and me.