by Les M. Willson

A house is a place
Where your hat can be hung,
But a home is a castle
From which love has sprung.

It's not the furnishings
That make a home.
It's where you'd rather be
When you begin to roam.

It's not a house
Of extravagant array,
But a haven for love
Born day after day.

So when you come home
>From a hard days work.
Leave your troubles behind
For that's where anger can lurk.

Love one another
And be pleasant of mind.
Then a house can be a home
And there - God's love you will find.

       By L.M.Willson, Age 81!!

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Mama's Hands
© by Christine McClimans(Corky Ferguson)

I remember mamma's hands
Since I was very small
They would touch and comfort me
Picking me up when I would fall...

We used to walk together
Always hand in hand
She walked me thru the countryside
To show me Gods great land...

Her hands were very small
Yet large enough to provide
Such love and tenderness
That never could be disguised...

I always will remember
The words of her touch
From her hand to my hand
That said, "I love you so much."


I remember mama's hands....I miss them...in rememberence of mama....
Doni-Mae Doddridge

 

Corky Ferguson