The first time you called me,
You patted my legs, and let you in for a huggie.
Your sweet little words, “Huggie, touchie, Daddy, Mommy,”
You’re gonna be a kind, caring, lovely baby.
You called me your favorite auntie.
I felt like a grown-up, an old lady,
Realizing my role, responsibility,
Feeling a bit scared and shaky as the reality hit me.
I got sad and gloomy, my thoughts feeling messy.
But you cheered me up, saying, “Your food is so tasty!”
I brought you summer sweet tea, cool and frosty.
As we hang out and party,
Feeling so toasty, it's getting so hearty.
Laughing so free, everyone's wasty,
Joy overflowing, pure ecstasy.
Love how you call yourself a Swiftie,
Banging and vibing, feeling so nifty.
Grateful to have you, my little buddy,
In this whirlwind of a judgmental society.
Through complexities and vulnerability,
We'll conquer it all—just you and me, my bestie.
Whatever life throws forth,
We will face this together for us both.
It is getting so emotional to see your growth.
As you dozed off, peaceful as a sloth,
I whispered softly, "Just know your worth."
Even if all I have is humble broth,
I'll love you forever—this is my oath.
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