A Poem...By Me

I wrote this poem about a year ago and haven't thought to share it with the world until now. It expresses the way I feel toward my family and the life that God has blessed me with! How...maybe it's not "perfect" to the world...but it's "perfect" the way God saw fit to create it!

Here's a house with flower beds

of colors o so gay

nary a weed has been seen there

where bumblebees do play

The grass is green, the fence is white

the house is like a picture

and looking in the window

you can see the silver fixtures

Inside, the place is spick-and-span

the dust does never stay

The silver gleams, no children scream

it always smells of May

The bedrooms never see a piece

of clothing on the floor

The shelves are neat, the flowers sweet

and bloom forever more

The windows will stay open

a cool breeze flowing through

And when you heave a deep breath in

you'll feel completely new

But what it lacks is joyful noise

and a loving family

For it must stay stay so clean and neat;

you must not touch, just see

Now I will tell you of a house

with no white picket fence

The grass is dry, the weeds are high

The kids have dug a trench!

The rooms look like a hurricane

swept in and left disaster

I never in my life did see

a closet emptied faster.

Laundry piling in the rooms

but not prepared for washing

to find your favorite sweater, dear

the toys you will be tossing

When you enter in the back

through the smudged storm door

the muddy footprints big and small

are tracked upon the floor

But peek inside the kitchen, friend

it brings a smile to see

the wet, and muddy commodores

that sip their sweet iced tea

Some are tall and some are short

their faces all a mess

but sitting still and giving thanks

they feel so very blessed

So as we close upon this scene,

of joyful faces dear

don't forget to be content

with what God gives you here