I wrote these for Tara on Mother's Day this year Tanner Gracen A mind full of wonder— Ever thinking; Always growing, Artistically creating the world anew. So fun to watch, this work of genius As he flutters from one focus to another, Needing not to attend to one thing long. For as quickly as he sees So does he understand, And off to something else, a fantasy land. He is beautiful; he is passionate, Full of life, filled with awe— His limits likely to be only those self-imposed. Protect him from pride's great fall. A gift to be cherished; A breath to be held— Let me not do anything but enable him to your hand. Keaton Tait Deeply does he think, Ever on the brink Of sharing something wise, A twinkle in his eyes. A handsome joy to behold; A surprise with hair of gold; His heart full and alive— Deeper than anyone can dive— Hard to know what lies inside, But oh the wonder, and the pride, When he trusts you and reveals his soul. So sweet, so calm, always bold— Though in the middle I pray he not believe The lie that says you are forgotten. Instead, may real love he evermore receive. A gift to be cherished; A breath to be held— Let me not do anything but enable him to your hand. Regan Cambryn To think of her is to smile, to giggle— For energy and drive is her heart's song. Only two now, so much yet to learn, But you can see the determination burn In her eyes and in her strength; Her will to do few can meet. So teach me how to lead her to be meek Without interfering with her spirit or her cheek. As she grows in beauty, and in wisdom, May she invest her gifts in the everlasting. Though the baby and only girl Let her not be deceived by a world about "me." Let her reckless abandon be A worshipful sacrifice to thee. A gift to be cherished; A breath to be held— Let me not do anything but enable her to your hand.