waking up....

Good Morning, Sweetie Pie

When the birds begin their singing
and the sun begins its sunning
and the morning glories
open up all blue...
there's a mama or a papa
or a gramma somewhere saying:
"Good morning, Sweetie Pie,
how are you?"

And a child is slowly waking
slowly taking his sweet time,
he's been flying in his dreams
the whole night through.
But his little ears here someone
and he knows it's someone dear
who is saying: "'Morning Honey,
I love you."

There's a kiss upon a finger
and another on a nose
and a tickle on some tiny baby feet.
There's a wiggle under covers and a giggle in the dark
and an "Oh, Cutie Dumpling, you're so sweet!"

And a child is peeking out now
on this warm and yellow day,
he is peeking at the dear on by his bed.
It is Mama or it's Papa,
maybe Gramma come to visit
saying, "where's that little Apple Sleeyhead?"

And the sleepyhead is up now,
he is rubbing sleepy eyes,
he is yawning big and stretching out his toes.
And his mama or his papa or his gramma-come-to-visit,
tells him, "Let's get us some crunchy Oaty-O's!"

So the child comes into morning
where the birds are gently singing
and the glories are still
blooming in the sun.
And he sits up at the table
with his dear one right beside him
who is saying:
"'Morning, Angel, you're my One."

And then Sweetie eats his breakfast
while the dear one calls him "Sugar"
and a puppy licks
his little baby toes.
It is morning in the kitchen
and there's nothing could be better than a dear one
and some crunchy Oaty-O's!

by
Cynthia Rylant

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~poem from
Good Morning, Sweetie Pie and Other Poems for Little Children
Written by Cynthia Rylant
and Illustrated by Jane Dyer