OUR HOME
Our home is not that big, average I’d say,
But every one is welcome awhile to stay,
The sick and the weary will find a bed,
Somewhere to heal, lay down their head.
A fire in the winter to set a heart aglow,
But only simple comforts can we show,
No large screen TV, or fancy loud radio,
Just good books and music playing low.
Plenty of pictures and paintings everywhere,
From great grandparents to grandchildren there,
A small back garden with squirrels and many a bird,
Where in the summer the morning chorus is heard.
Come, if you are hungry we will welcome you in,
If you are weary come and rest from earth’s din,
If you are sick there is a small bed just for you,
We just wish that there was more we could do.
(Millicent) Ann Margetson 13 November 2004