As we headed out for our “early morning walk” (8:00 isn’t really early, is it…) a white tail deer streaked in front of us across the gravel road. The temperature was a perfect 70 degrees, a bit humid, but nice…
I tend to get lost in thought, as I know many of you do, and I got to thinking about how happy I am with my life. A poem my oldest daughter, Tessa, wrote sixteen or so years ago came to me. I want to share it with you today.
HOME
Within these walls we live
and in these walls it’s love we give
These walls have seen good times and bad
these walls have seen times happy and sad
Though outside these walls we may go
there’s a promise we will always know
That wherever in life we may roam
there’s always a place to return to called
11 comments:
To be honest, am not a very big fan of Poetry but i enjoyed reading this one. Thanks for sharing..
That special effect you applied to a special picture - makes it really special. Its... its.. well... its perfect.
and when you put it to:
Though outside these walls we may go ...there’s always a place to return to called HOME... it becomes art.
That is really beautiful!
Very beautiful indeed.
Deanna,
It's easy to see what a great mom you are by the words of your daughter. I pray my Izzy grows up to be just as wonderful as your Tessa.
Warmest hugs,
Jan
That's a lovely poem.
That's beautiful.
Your daughter couldn't have said it better if she had said, I'm happy, I'm loved.
As always your children say it best about you..puts an ache in my heart to think how much I would of given for a mother and a home like they had.......At least you know your children treasure you..:-)
Lovely! Thank you for sharing...so true.
Corinne
very nice, indeed!
Beautiful.
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