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Good Morning Mom

Good Morning Mom

What is your day like?
What are you doing now?
Do you have things to do? 
Can I be of help to you? 

I have been here before, 
you are at my door, 
you need me now, 
I am here. 

You got up late, 
You have missed your bus, 
time is short, 
I am here. 

Yes, I can take you…
That is my response. 
My kid laughs and smiles on the other side. 

“I will get right up, I was going that way…”
at this time in the morning, I had nothing else to say…
(a big mom smile on my face)

Off to get ready, knowing the day will be alright, 
a huge problem, a dilemma had been made… light.  
I can hear singing and laughing somewhere in the house. 

“Thank you for the morning Lord.” (whispered) 
I am here.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2019

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Michael Avatar
November 8, 2019 at 8:49 AM
And I am HERE...Good Morning
Foster Avatar
November 8, 2019 at 9:37 AM
Small pleasures of being a parent. I never really wanted to be one, but then... after... reconsidered... Hum... It has its moments... have a lovely day. Ann
Wolf Avatar
November 7, 2019 at 8:22 PM
A paean to you, Mom, and to all great Moms everywhere. Wonderful, Ann! Cheers, Gershon
Foster Avatar
November 8, 2019 at 9:38 AM
Thank you friend. I believe this is a mirror of things all over the world, varying only in the request... haha... We also do this to the Lord all the time. He smiles... too.... have a lovely day. Ann
Lamoureux Avatar
November 7, 2019 at 5:07 PM
Delightful! Blessings Rick.
Foster Avatar
November 8, 2019 at 9:39 AM
Oh thank you. Love that you dropped by. Thank you for the kind words. Ann
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