We Are What We Lived

We Are What We Lived

A “Happy Home” grows happy adults.
A “Miserable Home” grows miserable adults.
A “Love-able Home” grows love-able adults.
A “Hateful Home” grows hateful adults.
A “Peaceful Home” grows peaceful adults.
An “Angry Home” grows angry adults.
A “Quiet Home” grows tranquil adults.
A “Braying Home” grows braying adults
A “Respectful Home” grows respectful adults.
A “Ridiculing Home” grows ridiculing adults.
An “Affectionate Home” grows affectionate adults.
An “Indifferent Home” grows indifferent adults.
A “Hopeful Home” grows hopeful adults.
A “Pessimistic Home” grows pessimistic adults.

“Children see…children do” When they grow up.
The lessons taught at home are passed through generations.
We must take time to evaluate, adjust, and reevaluate our homes.
Peace begins right there…in each individual’s heart.
We are what we choose; so, choose wisely.
It behooves us all to show: love, wisdom, and respect.
Practice every good thing together as a family.
Ourselves, our children, our homes can be heavenly.
If we choose to work together, we can make it so.
If not, dreadful despair will conquer too many souls.
I say we shall succeed.  We shall encourage one another.
We shall work together for the good of all… 
Then, there will be joy once more upon the earth.
                                                       Selah.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2010

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Strand Avatar
February 11, 2010 at 12:03 AM
Wise words Dane.Rgds Brian & thanks for your welcome comments today & congrats on your recent contest success.
Pickett Avatar
February 10, 2010 at 2:42 PM
Very true... My parents divorced when I was young so I learned different ways of living life at the best possiible stages.... My mother taught me good hygiene, and organization before adolescence ... My father taught me toughness and responsibility as I matured..... Both parents are artists in there own right.... My mother does scrapbooking and has been recognized within her community... My father writes music and poetry... I have been blessed..... Awesome poetry my friend......:JP]
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