Alarms ring, four total
Begin to peel the covers, the warmth, away
Chilled feet push up the stairs
Drag the boy from his dreams

Easier, so much easier
Fighting out of bed on days when
Great responsibilities weigh
Heavy on your head

In the early morning, on days when it's
Just my husband and me, it's
Kind of harder to 
Leave the bed

My kids,
Not mine by birth, but
Overly loveable and
Perfect in my eyes

Questions don't come about
Receiving the day when
They rest, innocently relying on
Us.

Very soon, they
Will be leaving for their real moms

But
When they're home, it's reason enough to greet the day
And whent they're away, it's reason to beat it