POETRY CORNER: MEMORIES MADE IN THE HOUSE ON THE HILL

(A Grandma's talk with the Lord.)

Oh, Lord, help me think beyond the fingerprints on the windows and the door,

those little hands belong to the little ones, and I couldn't love them more.

My home decorating consists of toys stuck strategically

here and there,

and pictures of the children are found most everywhere.

Visitors are always welcome, but please do keep in mind that when you sit yourself down, there's no telling what you might find.

It may be a squeaky friend or car that we lost the other day,

when we were having so much fun and busy in our play.

I thank you, Lord, for my presence here so I may watch them grow

and perhaps be a guiding hand as out into the world they go.

Please let them remember always, as I know I will, the memories made with Grandma in the house on the hill.