Do you know how proud of you I am?
I try to tell you as often as I can.
You’re too humble and insist I stop.
I’d like to shout your honors from the hill tops.
I delighted in all your firsts:
steps, words, smiles, life’s thirsts.
I cheered at your concerts.
We rewarded you with desserts
I look back with boast;
looking onward to all the toasts.
All the heartaches broke me too.
But I had confidence you’d make it through.
Do you understand how proud of you I am ?
I will never stop; no way my little lamb.