Oh my bright and shining star, From tiny toes to whom you are, Once I cradled you so tight, Now you're my moon in the night. Remember when you took your first waddle? In tiny shoes, you loved to toddle. You giggled and fell, but stood up strong, Your laughter felt like a joyful song. Through scraped knees and scraped skies, I watched you grow, saw wisdom rise. Thirteen now, a teen you be, Still my little babe, forever key. With a heart so big, a world so wide, You're my explorer and my pride. From cradle to stars, you'll always be, The apple of this mom's loving tree.