BREANNA CELEBRATES THE MORNING

5 in the morning I'm on the computer,

Breanna peeks from her room,

Is there anything cuter?

"Is it morning yet?" 

She asks curiously,

Go back to bed, Bre, soon it will be.

A few minutes later,

She looks out again,

"Is the sun up, Babaw,"

She says, with a grin.

Not yet, Sweetie,

She looks so darn sweet,

How long since the morning,

I wanted to greet?

A sunbeam appears,

On her little hand,

She squeals with excitement,

As if it were grand!

She makes up a song,

Singing, "Morning, It's morning!"

While I haven't finished,

My routine of yawning.

I think I remember,

Though vaguely and hazy,

When I wasn't so old,

And not a bit lazy,

And I'd jump out of bed,

With the joy of our Bre,

And I knew that all day,

I'd be happy and free.

Like my sweet inspiration,

My symbol of courage,

Who in spite of her illness,

Is never discouraged,

Breanna the happy,

Breanna the strong,

Breanna who now sings,

her sweet morning song.