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
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