Warmth of Home

Written by: Linda Etling

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!