Mrs. Clarke,
Thank you for opening your heart. You remained the accused hopeless romantic, but you knew the reward would be gigantic. You opened it to players, liers, and manipulators. Your heart was bruised, flipped and put in refrigerators. Yet, you opened it again, and again; so it was ready for when. When the right one came along. I thank you for holding on. Six years you dated, six years you waited and I thank you for your patience. You knew love was real, so you learned to heal. Then you tripled your heart with 3 little Clarkes. From Akeva to Mrs. Clarke, mom, just me and now Key. Thank you for being everything you knew you could be. Your life back then was OK, but you traded it, just to say momma I’m making it. Big dreams of writing scenes, were suppressed but you always debated it. So you wrote, and every stroke, brought light into your life. You wrote the pain, you wrote the gain, you wrote to just maintain. So thank you, for never dropping the pen, so the life you were meant for could begin.