With your first breath,
you made me proud,
clutching my heart,
making it pound.

You suckled your thumb,
I touched your ears.
Thanking above,
that you are here.

A toothless smile,
you wore all day.
Our world an isle,
embraced we swayed.

While teaching you,
I taught myself.
As candles blew,
we both excelled.

We both grew up,
reflective eyes.
We conquered humps
and always tried.

Still to this day,
pride makes me cry,
I release delays,
so you can fly.

– Grace Y. Estevez