HOME SWEET HOME
At last you have a nice home of
your very own,
No more small apartments with a super’
to always moan,
No more smell of all different foods
wafting everywhere,
But your very own place for you to
love and care.
No more elevator waits, but right out
through the door,
No more being up too high on the
umpteenth floor,
No more cooped up pussycats on a
little balcony,
Now you have a back yard where all
can run free.
May your home be blest with sweet
love and harmony,
Filled with joy and laughter and of
anger be free,
May the blessings of heaven be in
this new home,
A haven to return to if far you ever
have to roam.
Bless all who enter within these walls
with sweet peace
And pray the sounds of love and joy will
never ever cease.

(Millicent) Ann Margetson 19 June 2004