I hear the patter of your little feet,
My two little L’ves.
You run into my room,
So happy to begin a new day.
In your innocence
You haven’t a care
You are awake,
So must be the world!
“Wake up, Yiayia, wake up!”
“What time is it?”
“It’s wake up time, Yiayia!”
Reluctantly my eyes obey the order
Emanating from your sweet voices
To my sleepy brain.
And when I see your happy, laughing faces:
I am awake in your joy.