A short poem written about my son, when he was very young.
When I awake each morning, the first thing I see,
Is my little fellas face smiling up at me.
He stumbles half asleep, from his room and stands beside my bed,
On tippy toes he kisses my face, then gently turns my head.
“Get up, Mommy, get up, Mama, please!”
Wide awake I crack my eye, I can’t resist to tease.
He scrambles up onto my bed, determined to be a pest;
He tugs, wiggles, shakes and pulls to jostle me from my nest.
Then I laugh, give him a gentle squeeze, what a special liitle guy!
He loves me so much no matter what, sometimes I wonder why.
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