In the Wee Hours

In the wee hours of the morning, my secure figure
It was always of my sweet mama working to secure

A great start to the day for her family
cooking up breakfast to give us energy

we never noticed how she would stand and shift her legs
we sat greedily eating up our yummy scrambled eggs

Mama’s feet always swollen from years of overuse
after fourteen children, her body showed the abuse

Never noticing at the time how little time she slept
In the wee hours of the mornings, she always quietly crept

With a family of my own, I finally understand
The dedication required for having a family plan

In the wee hours of the mornings, a mama alights
To rise before her children to start their day out right

They may not always appreciate the sacrifices you make
years roll by, and now as mamas they understand it was for your sake

It is in those wee hours of the morning when children sleep
life has already started with the loving mama whose heart keeps

Her children’s needs foremost in her thoughts; her pain doesn’t allow defeat

So, in the wee hours of the morning, a mama always takes the back seat