You shed a tear and she is there,

Holding you in her arms, against her warm body.

She is the loudest one to clap in the crowd as you perform.

And the one who supports you through tough times.

She is the one, who read you stories every night,

The person who helped you,

As you stumble and sound your way through difficult words.

She puts your drawings of lopsided elephants and splattered paint on her walls.

And is always there as you grow and mature.

Take her hand,

And fly away.

She’s your guardian angel.

Here to stay.