More Innocent Hearts

Rooms. Poem by Linda Hays-Gibbs
Oct 30, 2011
ROOMS
Building a house takes sturdy wood
Bricks and mortar, shingles, nails
Slowly it grows strong as it should
Hope for comfort that never fails
Each room unique and strong
Every paint and molding bent
Praying that nothing goes wrong
For all the time and money spent
One room is sunny and bright
Another dark and mysterious
It fills with love and delight
But most of all Happiness
The making of it never quite over
Always new paint to add
And time to clean to discover
If any part needs work or is bad
One room quiet lovely as spring flowers Very feminine and lacy too
Another much smaller and scruffy
But takes many hours to do
At last one is complete to me
But cleaning is never done for you
So  you keep trying room by room
To make it perfect in God's image too for it will be finished all too soon
This was a gift especially for you
 And you must build each room with the very least damage too
Room by room by room