Guidance, Support, and Strength for my First Born Love

My dear, as this silky ink dries you are at the book fair (I hope you'll return!), and even now, love is being laid for your path Even now, your mother is quick at work like a darned pleasant gust of wind preparing your way in this wondrous place of book and poetry and mothers and bab-ies and everything and the sun- (can you feel it? Some of us could use a hat...I bet your mom already has hats picked out for you!) She asked me to give you this, as well, in this poem: guidance, support, and strength. As far as my powers allow, I've put in this paper what those little words purport to be, but if this magic typewriter fails, you have all in your mother's love.