Owen, Our Rebel Child,
Oh how you make my blood boil,
my heart race,
my spirits soar.
In a bright flash you bring me to tears with frustration,
to my knees with laughter,
and back again.
Most young mothers might fret at the thought of it:
clever, mighty, quick-witted Rebel Child
But not me.
I adore you.
My beautiful Rebel Child Dream come true.
