Tuesday, November 8, 2011


In this home…

We do second chances

We do grace

We do real

We do mistakes

We do I’m sorrys

We do loud

We do hugs

We do family

We do love

Oh give me patience when wee hands

Tug at me with their small demands.

And give me gentle and smiling eyes.

Keep my lips from hasty replies.
And let not weariness, confusion or noise

Obscure my vision of life's fleeting joys.

So when, in years to come my house is still

No bitter memories its rooms may fill.