My mom likes to play
We read and sing songs
She tickles me 'til I giggle
And she laughs along

We go places and shop
I do like to help
When we go to the store
I pick things off the shelf

We spend time learning
To count and to dress
Even though it is hard
(she says I'm the best!)

But Mama has another job, see
She takes care of people
Not just my sister
And me.

So at night when I'm in bed
Mama gets dressed for work and instead,
Of sleeping while the moon is so bright
She's working, making someone's
Night right.

I know when the morning comes
She'll be back to give hugs and play
Then Mama says 'Goodnight!'�
Because she sleeps in the day.

Dad says 'Shhh, Mama's sleeping.'�
It's time to play quietly now.
But I am just a little one
And I don't know how.

I want her to wake up, and sometimes I cry
I need her to play and I try
To tell her by opening her door
She answers, kisses me and says, 'No more.'�


'I will be awake in a while,
'I love you, little one,
'We will do something special
'We will play and have fun'�

When she gets up
It is just like before,
We play and we laugh
And roll around on the floor.

And I guess it's all right, after all.

At night when it's dark
Mom works helping others,
While I am asleep
Snuggled under the covers.

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