Early in the Morning,
A little child whimpers,
Begging for his mother
Sleeping in the next room.
Early in the morning,
The drowsy mother stumbles,
To collect a tearful child
And hush him back to bed.
Early in the Morning,
The coffee steams from a pot,
A train whistled off yonder
While mother poured her cup.
Early in the morning,
On the porch swing mother sits,
While a breeze clears the skies
And the sun's eyes open.
Written by Evelyn Creon
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