She thought to build a lovely home,
A place of beauty ... joys.
Geraniums bloomed in window sills,
And on the floor, child's toys.
This thought in mind, she washed and baked
And curled her children's hair,
Made little dresses, trousers too,
Saw little faces fair
Light up as she made lollipops
Or gave them pink ice cream,
Or listened as they lisped to her
Their childhood's fondest dream.
She realized that little souls Must day by day be fed ...
So she would talk of Christ to them
Before they went to bed.
This thought in mind, she'd kneel each night
And send her plea to Heaven,
A prayer of thankfulness and love
To God, for what He'd given.
