Mom! I'm Home

Mom! I'm Home : Handbook for Stay-at-home Moms

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The Little White HouseI'm sittin' here and thinkin,' of mem'ries when I was small,I think about so many things and try to remember them all.My mind goes back so quickly, just like it's yesterday,I think about so many things in so many different ways.I see me as I came to earth when my parents brought me home,I was number six, you see and glad I wasn't alone.My mother carried me across a bridge and a little crooked walk, And up a step and through a door, I didn't know how to talk.Soon I was surrounded by family, warmth and friends,In a little white house so tiny, just around the bend.Now in between those tiny walls, there's many tales to tell,From doing chores and planting fields and of course the hay to bail.I see my mother holding me to silence my little cry,She always was at home with me and I will tell you why.She had 3 boys, 6 girls, 3 boys, one girl and then the twins,I know it was so hard for her but you know, she'd do it again.Our hair was always curled so fine, our faces always clean,A little spit on her apron fair, I'm sure it was a scene.My mind goes back to homemade bread, the smell was just so fine,I always got the end of course, that piece was always mine. I remember my first day of school, I had a brand new dress,And to my side a lunch box full, I felt that mine was best.After school was over, my steps were light and fast,For I'd been gone so long it seemed and I was home at lastI'd skip across the bridge and run quickly through the door,To get a kiss, a hug and food, and always go back for more.We'd sing and laugh and cry and play, so many memories there,Of all the things we did and said, so many things we did share.Fifteen children in that home, it really is absurd,But if you only felt the love and heard those gentle words,You'd see the beauty that I see, within those tiny walls,You'd know that home is more than just how big or just how tall.I remember workin' oh so hard, in rain and wind and snow,Then walk into that tiny house where the cold wind couldn't go.I'd take off my boots and coat and gloves and warm my frozen feet,It felt so good to be so safe with my family and hot food to eat. We often got a lot of looks from folks that didn't know,That the people inside that little white house knew how to make love grow.They didn't see how we loved and cherished and shared all that we had, To us we were as rich and grand as any other lad.But soon too many folks did scorn and frown on our little white house,"Tear it down, get rid of it! It's too small for even a mouse."They said, "Our houses are so beautiful and yours is quite a sight,”They tried and tried to make us go, they tried with all their might,But there you see it to this day the little white house still stands.With a crooked walk and a tiny bridge and walls that are so grand.You see it is impossible to measure with the eyes,How beautiful a home can be, unless you look inside.But only those who lived in there and made the memories live, Can see our mansion around the bend and feel the love it gives.A home is not the wood and steel or lawn and things so fine,It's mom and dad and family, I'm proud to say they're mine. The house is very quiet now, with mom and dad alone,The children have all gone away to make homes of their own.But often, every single child, goes back to visit now,Yes, 15 souls and many more, go back to the Little White House. -- Rosanne Buhler Orgillshow more

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  • Paperback | 146 pages
  • 152.4 x 228.6 x 8.89mm
  • Createspace Independent Pub
  • English
  • 1508677522
  • 9781508677529