I remember when I was small, Innocent, oblivious, a fly on the wall, You'd hold me in your arms and call me cute names, Tell me tall tales, and give me great games, You'd sing sweet songs and pat me... Continue Reading →
I wrote this poem which is written in series for a friend who doesn't see how valuable and important she is. The reason this is so important to me is I used to feel like that constantly and still battle with it now. Remember you are fearfully and wonderfully made. The people around you care for you and want you to succeed.