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This is for my youngest daughter ashton

Submitted:Mar 1, 2013    Reads: 15    Comments: 5    Likes: 2   

Blue eyes and bright eyed.

Seventh to be born.

sweet and kind. Always thinking of others.

You scared us when you were born.

Thought we had lost you to.

From the oldest to the youngest you were protected.

At a year you gave us another scare.

A year of doctors and hospital stays we finally was told.

No more drinks no more food. Her lungs can't take it.

Next three years were spent with doctors and hospital visits.

Feedings and buttons.

But you my dear ashton did every thing your brothers and sisters did.

From playing in the pool to wrestling.

You love them all and they love you.

Two years later and no more feedings and tubes.

No more doctors and hospital visits.

You can have all the food and drink you can handle.

In a week you will be six.

I look back and see all the things you have been through.

I see how big you have gotten.

Still no docs or tubes.

Left with a scar as an only reminder.

We call it an extra belly button.

You laugh and stick your finger in it.

Your almost six and i can see our worrys were for nothing.

You are stronger than us all.

From hospital stays to kindegarden.

Because of youI knowthat i can do anything.

Thankyou ash bash.


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