Joys of Home

Curling smoke from chimneys low and only a few steps to go;

Faces pressed at the window pane;

watching for someone to come again;

And I am the one they want to see;

These are the joys life gives me.

So let me come home at nite and rest;

With those who know I've done my best;

Let my wife rejoice and my children and grand children smile;

All that i'll know by their love that i'm worthwhile.

For this is the conquest and world success;

a home where I a bid Happiness!

By: Cynthia D Gutkowski

Dedicated to my brother: David De Lane Snow