Patience

Oh give me patience when wee hands
Tug at me with their small demands.
And give me gentle smiling eyes.
Keep my lips from hasty replies.
And let not weariness, confusion, or noise
Obscure my vision of life’s fleeting joys.
So when, in years to come my house is still–
No bitter memories its room may fill.

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