For my daughter Misty,

Misty is the dew that settles down on the soft sweet flowers in the
Vale.

Misty is the tears that result from the happiness you bring to my life.

Misty is the fog draping the lake in a shadow of mischief and comfort.

Misty is the name I hear when I think of my loving daughter.

Misty is the joy that sweeps the lands in a blanketing passion.

Misty is my life, and I swear to always be there for her.

I know its not all that great, I just wanted to say something.
Your one of my little angels and you mean so much to me!

Momma Shy

Penned by my hand on the 4th of Lanosian, in the year 122 MA.