Cheers to them,
Them that make me happy,
Them that know how to extract a smile from me,
Cheers to my tear-driers,
For I am their favorite.

Cheers to them,
Them that have strong hands to hold me,
Hands tender enough to pull me up,
Cheers to them that have loving blossoms,
Motherly blossoms that fill me with love.

I may not be everyone's favorite,
I may not be loved by all,
Many may fail to understand me,
But cheers to them that adore me.
For I deeply love you too.
© Leen Queen.