I see her everyday,
frowning at the sun.
In her mind she probably says
oh! you have finally come.
The moment she opens her eyes,
the world begins to work again.
She has no time to sit back and think
what a beautiful morning it is today.
They all wait for her to wake up
for her to begin their day.
To shake them out of cosy beds
and tell them the sun is here again.
Are you the suns messenger mom?
you always bring him to us.
Your sweet smile has more warmth
than the sun can ever impart.
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