Analysis of Mother's Love

Hush now the babies are a sleep
Tiptoe, tiptoe around the house I creep
Shall I read, shall I write or shall I watch T.V.?
Oh so many options for the exhausted little me.
Into bed I gently slink and get between the sheets
I reflect upon the day we've had and quickly fall asleep
The baby is a crying it is time for his feed
Oh how gloriously quiet it is at a quart past three.
Back to bed, I patter a few more zzz's to catch
I notice that my bed has shrunk and I am on the edge
Our gorgeous little daughter has made herself quite snug
A wee kiss I give her and my husbands foot I rub.
Awoken by the music it must be five fifteen
My husband gives us all a kiss and out the door he flees
My day is just beginning, as my little angels sleep
Tiptoe tiptoe around the house I creep