To Mommy
Hanna, Age 7, Quesnel, BC

You are the bright sun,
You are the shining star,
You are the moon so high,
You are a cloud drifting by.

You are a breeze, whistling air.
You are a flower, blooming there.
You are a tree, sticky and sappy.
You are my mommy,
You make me happy.

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