Monday, October 29, 2012

A short break

Oh give me patience when wee hands tug at me
with their small demands.

And give me gentle
and smiling eyes.

Keep my lips
from hasty replies.

And let not weariness, confusion or noise obscure my vision of life’s
fleeting joys.

So when, in years to come, my house is still,
no bitter memories its rooms may fill

Author Unknown

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