I remember the first time I held you that morn. They said it's a girl! Our first child was born.

We sat there together, your Papa and I, we stared in great awe and together we cried.

Later that evening, alone in our room, I held you and sang a lullaby tune.

I remember each moment, in the happiest way. The day you were born, the most wonderful day.

All through the years, grew a more loving child and all through the years I sang our lullaby.

You were small and loving, but loud and bold. Our little princess, "no, I not a princess, I Caylee" you told.

You were a trendsetter with Karma, a patriot at best. "No it doesn't match", and so you would do the rest.

You'd laugh with your whole heart, with even a smile. You looked just like me, my "Mini-Me", my child.

Your socks you wore up to your knees, Purple and Pink you wore them with glee.

Black Boots, Pink Boots and Mary Janes, Hats a Plenty, stomp puddles in the rain.

Riley, Morgan, Jordan, Corbin and pets, like Elmo the Turtle and Red the Fish.

Smokey, Chico, Lelu and Tweety, you loved them all you were such a sweetie.

Futterflies, Hearts, Aunt Genal and Umple Geoff, Papa, Mama, Grandma and Mutter Betts.

Fairytopia was important, as was Dragon Tales, Lilo, Aurora, Spongebob and Higgleytown "Awe Pickles" you'd snare.

You loved your TV, and once did say, Thank you to Jesus for TV on a November day.

Scooby and Spiderman and Shrek you would watch, you would watch them over and over a lot.

Pink Skateboard you wanted, Pink Socks, Pink Shirt, Pink on your toe nails, Pink on your skirt.

Tights and Party Dresses, hair up, "I don't want to", rock hunting, afraid of the water, "For ME?" when we'd buy you something new.

Where's Caylee? Where's Caylee? - "Here I am", Did you Get your heart back? "I had a GOOOOOOD day at school", "I need my backpack".

"Mommy, this is for you" and hand me a flower, I picked it outside, "I love you" "I love you" I am gonna get you, then hide.

"Mommy, I did it all myself", a little independent and outspoken, "Eyes, Ears, Nose, Mouth, Ho-----!" (HAIR)No, she would, not Jokin.

"I'm so mad" she'd say at "You and You" and run down the hall into her room.

She would draw and color and loved stickers and mommy, chocolate milk, cheetos, coke, tea and cherones

Then one day, came home with a fever. Was happy and playing, we did not know what would be.

The next day she was sicker, the doctors were wrong, not a virus, not a cold, no, I wish I'd known all along.

She wanted her tights with her new dress that Sunday, "FOR ME ?" she said and we went on her way.

She asked me "behind me" to lay on her hospital bed, I layed beside her and kept kissing her head.

Diagnosed with Leukemia that day, the next night was gone. I remember her saying, "I want to watch TV", not hearing another word spoken from our sweet little Caylee.

Before she died that evening, with one nurse in our room, I stroked your hair and sang our lullaby tune.

I remember each detail, in the worst way. The day you died, the most horrible day.

By Dawn Cepero - Caylee's Mom

http://www.cayleeshope.com

http://www.cayleesheart.org

Dawn Cepero

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