TREASURES OF THE HEART
I tiptoe past the bedrooms
And try to hold my breath
When suddenly a shadow
Scares me half to death.
It’s just a little angel
Appearing in the hall,
So much for time alone, she’s more
Important after all.
Sometimes I’m such a failure
As a mother and a wife,
I often get impatient
And frustrated with my life,
I don’t live in a mansion,
My clothes are not so fine,
But I can lie without them
As long as these are mine.
Little cherub kisses,
“Mommy, I love you!”
Snuggles in the morning
And “look what I can do!”
May every precious moment
Forever leave its mark,
I’ll never take for granted
These treasures of the heart.
~ Linda Lang
Painting by Brenda Burke