Thank you for giving me something to eat, a place to sleep and room to breath. See, I am ME because of WE and I come to thee knowing that the life I see was grown from a seed of need. In this world full of necessity, you gave me reason to believe in tomorrow - even if borrowed.
Thank you for loving me tough – for helping me, supporting me, bathing me, raising me rough. Your hands helped wash away the pain of the day he didn’t love me enough. Those days were darker, but I am harder, a bigger and better fighter because of the fire in his lighter.
Copyright 2013 Jose Batista-Ayala