Oh give me patience when wee hands tug at me

with their small demands.

And give me gentle and 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 rooms may fill.


I have said this prayer mant many times, but never so eloquently….

Found this in the inter-webs stratosphere and loved it. No credit taken, and I couldn’t find an author listed.  I’ve put it here, on my site, so that I can re read it frequently 🙂 I hope you enjoy it as well.