This is a poem that one of my Kindergarden teachers, Mrs. Elaine Landry, wrote for me on my birthday.
Thank you so much, Mrs. Landry. I will treasure it forever.
My Dear Mommy,
On May 14, 2009, you gave birth to a baby boy
You named me Tripp, your little bundle of joy.
I thank God for choosing, "you" to be my mother
I would not have wanted, not any one other.
When you brought me home, that long awaited day
We had no idea, what was headed our way.
You took me to doctors, both far and near
They said I had EB, and would not live a year.
You proved them wrong, with your faith from above
I am still here, because of your "love."
You are doing all you can, and so much more
To take care of me, and all my body sores.
You stay awake both day and night
Just to make sure, your "Bubba" is alright.
What other kid, has a McDonald's playground at home
Or a New Orleans Saints football, from the Superdome?
I want to tell, all my family and friends everywhere
I love them so much, and thanks for their prayers.
Thanks to my doctors, nurses and all who help you and I
I wish I could see each one in person, just to say hi.
If in your sweet dreams, you hear music or drums
Then surly you know, who it's coming from.
It may be an Elmo tune, or the LSU fight song
You know how I love, when you sing along.
I love you Mommy, with my arms spread apart
If only I could show you, the love inside my heart.
You know how kids, always wish for a toy
My wish is to have longer, just to be your Angel boy.
You are right to say, that this was God's plan
So please keep rocking me, as long as you can.
Thank my sweet Grammy, for always being there
Her devotion is like yours, is so very rare.
Happy Birthday Mommy, you are so dear to me
I am lucky to have, the greatest Mommy, you see.
You want to know, if God is speaking to me
In your faith filled heart, you know He has to be.
So Mommy be happy today, and say your favorite prayer
For God said to tell you, you will get your "Pinky Swear."
Love, Your Bubba
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