Old old poem I guess I wrote when my girls were still at home. Found it handwritten in a file folder while trying to clear out old clutter. They now are grown and have children of their own. I'm sure they can identify with the poem and hopefully so can some of you!
It's morning, its early dusk
and damp
I look out the window
I turn on the lamp
I start my morning brew
I get my first cup
I start my shower
before they get up
I quietly snuggle in
my robe by the fire
I listen quietly at the
stillness of the hour
I give thanks for the blessings
as I hear them say
Hey Mom, where's breakfast
and I again start my day
I love this one, Momma! Where would we have been living when you wrote this?
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