When I was ten I would sit all my dolls around a table.
Before them papers, crayons and pencils placed.
Many were different sizes, but all were able,
using my small blackboard to write and erase.
Years later I look back at what I wanted to do,
Fifty-four years later, my wish came true,
See your dream, believe and never let go,
They will grow with each seed you will sow.