I believe a home is what we all wish to have more than anything, don’t you?
Ernestine Schuman Heink said it very well in his poem, “What is a Home.” A roof to keep out the rain, floors to keep out the cold. Yes, but home is more than that... It is the laugh of a baby, the song of a mother, the strength of a father. Warmth of hearts, light from happy eyes, kindness, loyalty, comradeship. Home is first school and first church for young ones, where they learn what is right, what is good, and what is kind. Where they go for comfort when they are hurt or sick. Where joy is shared and sorrow eased. Where fathers and mothers are respected and loved. Where children are wanted. Where the simplest food is good enough for kings because it is earned. Where money is not so important as loving-kindness. Where even the teakettle sings from happiness. That is home, God bless it.
I added to this poem, and God bless those that do not have a home.
James Wilson McKinstry
Newton