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The Morning Dawns By Dorothy Etelamaki  The morning dawns, And the mother of my grandson Jacob, Must rise and be on her way to work. Baby Jacob must also get up to be taken To Grandma's house for the day. Mother holds down a full-time job. Although she works very hard, And comes home tired, She will take time to play with the baby God sent her way. She is never too busy to reach down And take his small hand. Allowing him to lead her From room to room, In search of a special toy. She is very tired, But still gives to her child a heavenly smile. She turns to me and says, " Isn't this great ? This is my little man ! My very own precious baby boy. " She reminds me of my own Mother So long ago. Us children were always first in her life. She never complains of long sleepless nights Or her chores of the day. She is always ready to sing a song, Pick a flower, Or blow a friendly kiss his way. This is my tribute to you dear Kathy. You wear the role of Motherhood with honor. I offer you this praise On this very special Mother's Day. Your Mother-In-Law Didi |
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