Love In the Home & Then - Poems

I copied these from my other blog to share with those of you who have never visited there. Actually, it has been a while since I have been there. I hope to have more time soon to keep it up, if not, I will probably delete it.

Love in the Home

If I live in a house of spotless beauty with everthing in its place, but have not love, I am a housekeeper--not a homemaker.

If I have time for waxing, polishing, and decorative achievements, but have not love, my children learn cleanliness--not godliness.

Love leaves the dust in search of a child's laugh. Love smiles at the tiny fingerprints on a newly cleaned window.

Love wipes away the tears before it wipes up the spilled milk. Love picks up the child before it picks up the toys.

Love is present through the trials. Love reprimands, reproves, and is responsive. Love crawls with the baby, walks with the toddler, runs with the child, then stands aside to let the youth walk into adulthood.

Love is the key that opens salvation's message to a child's heart.

Before I became a mother I took glory in my house of perfection. Now I glory in God's perfection of my child. As a mother, there is much I must teach my child, but the greatest of all is love.

~Author Unknown~

THEN

~ Author Unknown ~

When I was in my younger days,

I weighed a few pounds less,

I needn't hold my tummy in

To wear a belted dress.

But now that I am older,

I've set my body free;

There's comfort of elastic

Where once my waist would be.

Inventor of those high-heeled shoes

My feet have not forgiven;

I have to wear a nine now,

But used to wear a seven.

And how about those pantyhose--

They're sized by weight, you see,

So how come when I put them on,

The crotch is at my knee?

I need to wear these glasses

As the prints been getting smaller,

And it wasn't very long ago,

I know that I was taller!

Though my hair has turned to gray

And my skin no longer fits,

On the inside, I'm the same old me

It's the outside that's changed a bit.....