10 Jun Where Love Dwells

This is a place where children are loved
It’s hard to tell

There’s no glittery cartoon wallpaper
No separate children’s playroom

Yet the house is all theirs.

Look past the weary coats of paint smeared with dust
Forgive the cluttered floor
Boxes filled with leftover toys, few of them intact
Half-a-century worth of mess

A loving wrinkled hand
Holds the children tight
Cooks wholesome soups, day in – day out
Serves them, wipes their chins
Even when patience runs dry
Naps and walks are a must

A loving heart
Disregards the dust and décor
Care comes first

As soon as any children arrive
Be it still in the form of news

A song of welcome is sung
Never to be hushed

A loving heart
Creates order