To those of you who are wondering how I got a sixth youngest grandchild...our youngest daughter, Cari and her husband are now foster parents, so the number of my grandkids is going to vary from time to time. 10 year old "J" has been with them since before Thanksgiving and since he is calling me gramma, (because everyone else does) and since he brought me a picture to frame and put with the rest of the grandkids pictures, he gets counted as a grandchild.
But today, as much as I love the giggling, squealing, crying and talking of grandkids, I was really looking forward to having the house all to myself. Since I'm a lover of silence and solitude, (no radios or tv blaring in my house), the peace and quiet was going to be like heaven to me.
In the process of putting away the holiday decorations and getting out my winter ones, I came across a framed poem that I love and thought I would share it with you. I have never been a big fan of winter but the older I get, the more I seem to enjoy it. (as long as I can stay inside and just look at it through the window) Winter has become a "nesting time" for me. I am sitting in my greatgrandmother's old rocker beside my wood stove, I have a fresh cup of coffee and a fresh baked chocolate cookie at my side and my writing computer in my lap. My house is warm and comfortable and this poem "fits" me today.
Sharing it with you and hoping you peaceful days in the year to come.
Home Song
by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Stay, stay at home, my heart and rest;
Home-keeping hearts are happiest,
For those that wonder they know not where
Are full of trouble and full of care;
To stay at home is best.
Weary and homesick and distressed,
They wander east, they wander west.
And are baffled and beaten and blown about
By the winds of the wilderness of doubt;
To stay at home is best.
Then stay at home, my heart, and rest;
The bird is safest in its nest;
O'er all that flutter their wings adn fly
A hawk is hovering in the sky;
To stay at home is best.
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