Helped my son today with his math,
Trying to lead him down that narrow path.

Quality time with him was spent;
When he’s grown and gone I’ll ponder where the time went…

The time when he needed me;
As he grows older I rarely see…

Him in the course of a day;
Yet I still give him a hug and a kiss then he’s on his merry way.

Not as hyper or sporadic as he once used to be;
For some odd reason, he takes life more seriously.

Trying so hard to make better grades,
His foundation is now being laid

For home is not simply an address nor a place to relax;
It is the beginning of getting your little ones on the right track.

It is not a structure where you hide and close your bedroom door;
No, home is a place where you try much harder to give them more…

Of the tools they’ll need to be in this life complete;
Sanctified wisdom to help them retreat…

Into the spiritual strength;
That helps them overcome life’s trials at great length.

And the stamina to endure no matter how hard life’s road may appear;
As we learn in the Holy Scriptures to have no fear.

And for that which is righteous always persist;
All that is wrong try diligently to resist.

Home is where true love is found indeed;
For home is where you plant the seed.

© c.f. leach, 1994. Revised 2022. Copyright protected. All rights reserved.

2 Comments »

    • Thanks Barb. I am glad you love this. I wrote this when my son was so young and innocent. Thoughts of him and where he was headed. Thank you so much for stopping by. Have a fantabulous week—Blessings and Peace!

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