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Small slumbering body stirs, groans as the blinds open

Big smile as arms reach to be held

Warm cheek presses against mine, ‘Morning Mamma’

Groggy, unsteady feet reach down for pant legs

Still-clumsy hands reach up for sweater arms

Unruly curls press against my face, ‘Thank you Mamma’