To My Family

TO MY FAMILY

The Family shelf

So blest are they who round a tableboard
May gather:-May they humbly thank the Lord,
Not only for the food in common they share,
But for the dear, loved faces circled there:
So oft, unless we face the board alone,
We treasure not its true, sweet sense of home.

So blest are they, when low the pale stars ride,-
If cheer, and warmth, and welcome safe abide
Within their shelter. Patient they would grow,-
Kinder,-more understanding,-could they know
How empty is the house where no glad light
Shines from its windows, out upon the night.

So blest are they who have within their home
That touch of kinship,-folks they call their own,-
Flesh of their flesh: Ah, how they'd earnest strive
To ease small tensions, keeping love alive,
If once they knew the desolate despair
That haunts the house with no one waiting there.
DONNA R. LYDSTON

Home is Where There's One To Love Us teashelf

Home's not merely four square walls,
Though with pictures hung and guilded;
Home is where Affection calls,
Filled with shrines the Heart hath builded!
Home!-go watch the faithful dove,
Sailing 'neath the heaven above us;
Home is where there's one to love!
Home is where there's one to love us!

Home's not merely roof and room-
It needs something to endear it;
Home is where the heart can bloom,
Where there's some kind of lip to cheer it!

What is home with none to meet,
None to welcome, none to greet us?
Home is sweet-and only sweet-
Where there's one we love to meet us!
CHARLES SWAIN

What Makes a Home? jars

"What makes a home?"
I asked my little boy,
And this is what he said,
"You, mother,
And when father comes.
Our table set all shiny,
And my bed,
And mother, I think it's home,
Because we love each other."

You who are old and wise,
What would you say
If you were asked the same question?
Tell me, pray.

And simply as a little child,
The old wise ones can answer nothing more-
A man, a woman and a child,
Their love,
Warm as the gold hearth fire along the floor.
A table, and a lamp for light.
And smooth white beds at night.
Only the sweet fundamental things.

And long ago I learned-
Home may be near, home may be far
But it is anywhere
That love
And a few plain household treasures are.
AUTHOR UNKNOWN

This page is dedicated to my entire family.
I want you to know I love you
With all my heart.
I want to thank you for all you have done for and given us.
For always listening and caring.
For always having advice when it was needed.
For all the good times and laughter.
Most of all,
Thank you for all the love and support.
Love,
Kristy sign

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