Struggle you did as you emerged
Into a world of bright lights and scary voices
“Punky Brewster” the doctor crowed
Don’t know what made him think of that

I held you so tightly, but so shortly
As they whisked you away
So much worry on their faces
Did not allay my fears

What is this? I thought
So much work and effort
And no cuddle time to reward me?
Exhausted I lie on the bed and just cried

Six long hours later
After loving family had gone home
You were delivered unto me
And crept into my heart forever

We have grown together
First daughter, first-time mother
Through hard times and good times
Then harder times still

I could ask for nothing more in a child
Yet you would not be undone
And gifted to me the most lovely of presents
In Ladybug and Butterball

I never thought there could be more
Than a first mother’s love
Yet, you are a gift that just keeps on giving.

Happy Birthday, Nannygoat.