You hung my first painting on the refrigerator
And I wanted to paint another.
You fed a stray cat
And I thought it was good to be kind to animals.
You baked a birthday cake just for me
And I knew that little things were special things.
You said a prayer
And I believed there was a God that I could always talk to.
You kissed me good-night
And I felt loved.
I saw tears come from your eyes
And I learned that sometimes things hurt—
But that it’s alright to cry.
And it made me want to look that pretty too.
And I wanted to be everything I could be.
I looked . . .
And wanted to say thanks
For all those things you did
When you thought I wasn’t looking.