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Volume 2 Issue 2
Page 10
Page 10
Her lifelong dream of a doll house wasn’t to be.
Money earned was needed to feed the family.
She grew up, married and had children, four to count;
But it seemed, somehow, the dream was tantamount.
This constant dream persisted through all the years.
She thought of it in times of joy and also, tears.
Her children moved away with lives of their own.
Now she endured many days of feeling all alone.
Her family had a meeting, gathering the clan.
They came up with an idea and a marvelous plan.
They’d make a house for Mother to complete her dream.
With loving hands and hearts, they would create the scheme.
As they sawed and painted to make it all come true,
They recalled those days of growing up, how love grew.
Those times of sharing, caring and of arms opened wide,
Their mother was the glue; she made them warm inside.
They wrapped the house in paper with bow of bright red.
Made a tag, signed with love and here’s what it said,
“To Mother, who is our gift for all our lives through,
From your children who love you – May God Bless You!
Wherever we may wander, wherever we may roam,
You taught us there is no gift like love in a home.”
Money earned was needed to feed the family.
She grew up, married and had children, four to count;
But it seemed, somehow, the dream was tantamount.
This constant dream persisted through all the years.
She thought of it in times of joy and also, tears.
Her children moved away with lives of their own.
Now she endured many days of feeling all alone.
Her family had a meeting, gathering the clan.
They came up with an idea and a marvelous plan.
They’d make a house for Mother to complete her dream.
With loving hands and hearts, they would create the scheme.
As they sawed and painted to make it all come true,
They recalled those days of growing up, how love grew.
Those times of sharing, caring and of arms opened wide,
Their mother was the glue; she made them warm inside.
They wrapped the house in paper with bow of bright red.
Made a tag, signed with love and here’s what it said,
“To Mother, who is our gift for all our lives through,
From your children who love you – May God Bless You!
Wherever we may wander, wherever we may roam,
You taught us there is no gift like love in a home.”
| A Christmas Dream By Mildred “Millie” Thacker Graves |