Our home was one of simple style
With a dear and cozy look;
It had the warmth of Mother's love
In every little nook.
Lace doilies and lace tablecloth
Crocheted by Mother's hand
Were placed with loving care upon
Each table and each stand.
But more thatn things our eyes could see
Within theat home held dear
Was comfort that it brought to us
To have our mother near.
When heartaches came and teardrops fell,
We knew we could endure;
For Mother held us up in prayer,
Her faith was strong and sure.
Though years have passed, I often go
Back through kind mem'ry's door
To visit that old home again;
ANd Mother's there once more.
2 comments:
is this really a room from your house??? That is mine mine mine. Very nice mama Chiccki, and I love the poetry.
Mica
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