You beat the sun, everyday

With sticky fingers in my face

Frosted flakes are on the floor

Cats are through the open door

The fridge is letting out its cold

There's something yellow on your nose

The faucet in the bathoom's running

You drew a robot on you tummy

The TV's blaring Sesame Street

And you've woken me for something to eat

I grab your arms

Tickle your belly

You laugh

You squirm

You tell me I'm smelly

You settled down

I hold you close

Mornings like this I love the most