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.  Even then, when you were small.

A scamp,an imp and oh so bold.

You always had a heart of gold.

And when you'd toddle up to me.

A swagger in your stride.

And even though your only three.

I look at you with pride.

If I was sad or weepy too.

You'd tell me not to cry.

For you'd be there, you said to me.

Until the day I'd die.

Your cheeky grin and spiky hair.

My little champion, always there.

You told me then and it is true.

That I'd be first for me and you.

And now a man, so you have grown.

You are my hero, my one and own.

I know that you will always be.

My shield, my guard, my security

Ella