A Mother’s Morning

The gift of a day breathes life every morning

The stretching of limbs and the sound of yawning

The click of the kettle brings hope to my mug

A bunk bed descent landing with a thud

The birds are singing their morning song

His mercies are new and my hope is strong

The washing machine is whirring

Pancake batter stirring

Or cereal pouring

While big kids are still snoring

Kissing hubby out of the door

Picking yesterdays Lego off the floor

Table gathering – feeling tribal

Prayer, discussion and the opening of the Bible

Coffee is brewing

My ‘to do’ list is stewing

Children struggling

Helped by snuggling

Eyes rubbing

Teeth scrubbing

Cute face kisses

Morning wishes

In the hustle and the drama

I hear those sweet words ‘Mama’

Sometimes it takes my breath away

By Leah Boden