I know what you’re thinking, she needs a new venue.

You may be right that is for sure,

but one more poem I hope you’ll endure.

This one for someone special you see,

disappoint I cannot the biggest fan of me.

I hope you’re reading this, you know who you are

I stayed up late to write this poem and send it from afar.

My third you may be,

yet just as much as the others very special to me.

Those eyes so brown and sincere,

that nose so cute and oh my that ear.

Ten tiny fingers and ten tiny toes,

all buttoned up in a gown that flows.

Stay in your bed you would not,

nor in your clothes, you were always hot!

Itchy and scratchy everything rubbed!

a splish and splash to put you in the tub.

The pews were so hard you preferred the churchyard,

and you wiggled and squirmed, until I had become firm.

A pinch on the leg that ought to do it,

yeah, it did… for about a minute!

Never a dull moment once you learned to speak,

everything you said was tongue and cheek.

But laughter you had, always happy and rarely sad.

You pushed your teachers to the max,

with your wit and your smart cracks.

But loved you they did, because you were an amazing kid!

You did things your way, and still do today.

Gods special creation you are, and in my book a shining star!

Good Morning! my biggest fan, you know who you are