In the first waking hour of everyday,begins a ritual of meaningful tributes to those on my inside circle of love.
A fresh cut orange for Mother brings in the day with a squeeze.
Our little furry friends gather at the bedside asking for breakfast,with wiskers twitching,and wide green eyes full of love.
It’s all about doing for each other as we break the day open.
As we watch the crimson sun glow on the horizon,before day break,Cotton Ball and Little Bear2,spread fuzzy love throughout the house.
Beating the Rising sun is formidable to task for loved ones.
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