I Wouldn'T Trade Those Mornings Poem by Mary Nagy
I Wouldn'T Trade Those Mornings
I love to wake up early but stay in bed awhile.
I just lie still and listen to the sounds that make me smile.
I hear their muffled voices as they think I'm still asleep.
They try to be so quiet...through the house they slowly creep.
I hear the clang of dishes and I know they have a plan.
They'll make the wildest breakfast ever known to man.
I smell the bacon cooking and I know it won't be long.
They find my favorite station as they turn the music on.
I listen as they're coming nearer to my door.
They have to think I'm sleeping so I fake a gentle snore.
They wake me up with kisses...you know I have to grin.
With kids like this I know that life's a game I'm going to win!
Mary, this takes me back to my days with children in the house. Busy but very nice. Your poem is one many mothers will understand. Raynette
Could you tell me how to get my husband to give me a morning like this. It's always me who gets the cuppa! Revel in it whilst it lasts, once they've left home, you may end up like me! ! ! ! ! ! ! Sincerely Ernestine. Nice poem.
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Mary I note Raynette's comments that it is one many mothers will understand - I'd like to think that it also reflects at least some of the male world population also. Don S