Give me the patience when little hands
Tug at me with ceaseless small demands.
Give me gentle words and smiling eyes,
And keep my lips from hasty, sharp replies,
Let me not in weariness, confusion or noise
Obscure my vision from life's fleeting joys
That when in years to come my house is still
Beautiful memories its rooms may fill. -unknown author
Tug at me with ceaseless small demands.
Give me gentle words and smiling eyes,
And keep my lips from hasty, sharp replies,
Let me not in weariness, confusion or noise
Obscure my vision from life's fleeting joys
That when in years to come my house is still
Beautiful memories its rooms may fill. -unknown author
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