Home, by Mildred J Douglass

MW Douglass - Houston (Harris County) Texas

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"There is a destiny that makes men brothers:

None goes his way alone;
All that we send into the lives of others:

Comes back into our own.”

Poems by Mildred J. Douglass (1908-1988)

Note: this was re-titled "Our Home: 134 Gates Avenue, East Longmeadow, Mass. 01028; 1937-1973"

Home

My Home is all tattered and torn

From five sons some to manhood have grown

I scrubbed and cleaned my house to keep neat

From five pair of sturdy little feet.

Who slid down banisters and climbed on chairs

And left their toys scattered on the stairs

Never a dull moment or a quite thought

For to me all their troubles were brought.

Big or little I heard them all

And thanked God I was at their call

One moment they were in the depths of despair

And the next in someone else's hair.

Laughing, playing, and running all day

I prayed God that right would come their way

Now they are separated, my little ones

Their work on earth for some has now begun.

My oldest, a minister has chosen to be

My next, serves in China's sea

My third, a farmer's life he wants to lead

To reap from the soil, food to satisfy man's need.

My fourth, in school is trying to learn

That which will help him in his turn

To repair the body and heal the sick

The ravages of disease he must lick

My fifth is still a little boy

Bringing to all a little joy.

Playing with his toys on the floor

Who could ask for anything more?

--- undated, by Mildred J. Douglass