Warmth of Home
I feel the cold
as the winter winds blow,
A small flame flickers
with a soft warm glow.
Bread baking with sweet aroma
throughout the house,
My children are sleeping
and quiet as a mouse.
I sit by the fire
to warm from the chill,
And think of the Blessings
my hearts again filled.
The belongings I see
not worth very much
each piece holds a meaning
of special moments we've touched.
This old house is loved
and yes it's very old,
But the family it holds
is more valuable than GOLD!
Copyright © Linda Etling | Year Posted 2009
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