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.
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.
5 comments:
Very cute! Can't beleive little tiny Jack is walking :)
Sometimes we need a timely reminder, aye Becky?
That is a lovely poem.
Love Lorraine.
xxx
Oh Becky such fitting poem for the day I had. Thanks you for your inspiring words. x
some magic moments in there bec..
love from nick
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