A new year, a birthday.
A blank slate, a new way.
What will unfold, what will it be?
Who will I meet? Who will meet me?
In the course of the year I’ll continue to grow,
I’ll dance under stars and walk in the snow!
Tight hugs
Flying through the air
Wrapped in ribbons and bows
Filled with love and care.
I miss you, Tommy.
Xoxo