Love Poem: I Wouldn'T Trade Those Mornings
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Written 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!