Through a Stained Glass Window
The child must know the hearth one calls home,
where comforts round firelight warmth;
the strength of brothers and little sister innocence,
mother and father who waltz in evening shade;
The moon is full of adventure and friends life-long ---
unforgotten....
their smiles remain many winters past
and the summers have their promise,
though we all grieve old friends gone,
when the house is quiet with memories
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