The alarm strikes six, my day has
begun;
My feet hit the floor, in a race
I must run.
I gather clean clothes, and place
them on beds;
'Cause the bus won't wait, for
two sleepy heads.
I race to the kitchen, crack open
the eggs;
Give a yell "please get up"...yes,
sometimes I beg.
I hear their footsteps, as I butter
the toast;
In an instant I realize, what matters
the most.
I sit down and listen, as they chatter
and smile;
Feeling so blessed, that I ran
that great mile.
As the coats slip on, and shoes
tied up snug;
I take one more step, for those
"I love you" hugs.
Just as a gold medalist, I beam
with my prize;
The reflection of love, that shines
through their eyes.
Teresa Wilson ~ 2000
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Graphic design created by
Teresa Wilson
The painting used to create
these graphics
"Endless Supply"
Courtesy of Robert Meyers
