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In the wee hours of morn,

I pick up my bag,

And leave for work.


I wait – rain or shine,

Clutching my bag.

I wait some more,

Then the bus arrives.


I reach work –

I’m greeted with smiles!

Smiles of toddlers I watch,

All day long.


While playing with them,

I’m reminded of you –

My little daughter!


I know, I leave home,

While you’re still sleeping!

And, I know you’re dreaming —

of me, my dear!