Early Morning

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