oh give me patience when wee hands
tug at me with their small demands
and give me gentle and smiling eyes
keep my lips from hasty replies
and let not weariness, confusion or noise,
obscure my vision of life's fleeting joys
so when in years to come, my house is still
no bitter memories, it's room may fill. ♥
-anonymous
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Love it.
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