Wednesday, November 9, 2011

Poem

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 replys.



And let not our 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

Room may fill.

3 comments:

The Kings said...

Very cute! Can't beleive little tiny Jack is walking :)

Anonymous said...

Sometimes we need a timely reminder, aye Becky?
That is a lovely poem.
Love Lorraine.
xxx

Charlotte said...

Oh Becky such fitting poem for the day I had. Thanks you for your inspiring words. x