Beyond those doors
and windows
Within those humble
walls
Are childhood’s
precious shadows
And
memory-tender halls
Life’s brick and
mortar dwelling
If shared in unity
Is Love’s soft-glimpsed
fore-telling
Of what Heaven will
be
Lord, in this little
journey
Wherever we may roam
May our hearts
forever be
Love’s gracious home
sweet home
Janet Martin~
We all travel this time of year, don't we?
even if simply in thought,
back to what once was...
Above is a picture of my childhood home
I love this Janet! We sure do...I love the home you shared and thank you for the memories ;D
ReplyDeleteThanks for stopping by and the nom!
You should write a book! Your poems instill wonderful memories~
Happy Holidays to you!!!
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Thank-you Ella..and you're welcome:)
ReplyDeleteYes, looking back and looking forward gives our "little now" the love to soften the journey.
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