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
