Ode To My First Born

Red hair From my dad. Does not describe my beautiful child. She is poised, calm and serene. My precious, clever queen. First born, to two nuts. Silver spoon. Missing. Beauty, brains. Had a loving start. So forgave for breaking her heart. Feels she needs to be in charge. Relax babe, I am no longer up in arms. Always there for her younger sisters. When I was not fit to be their mistress. I love your calm. Your "In control." So pleased you are a perfect mould. Of my confidence and Dad's calm. His brains. My music. So proud. Can't find words. Thank you Edna For letting me be yours. xx