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Mommy, Mommy, Mommy
“Mommy, mommy, mommy,”
Is all I seem to hear
“Mommy, mommy, mommy.”
Is it my chance to disappear?
I hear that name again,
That the birth of him has given me;
And yet I sometimes dread it,
When all I want is peace and quiet.
“Mommy, mommy, mommy!
Do you see me in front of you?
Mommy, mommy, mommy!
I’m dancing for you, too!”
And so it seems I adore him;
Once again, I remember,
Why I love him as much as I do;
And what a blessing he truly is.
“Mommy, mommy, mommy!
Can you sing me to sleep?
Mommy, mommy, mommy!
And tell me a story?”
Nothing is better,
Than kissing him goodnight;
Or the peace and quiet,
That comes with tucking him in.
