by GMPateek

Created on: April 08, 2009

This old house, sometimes bleak and cold,

what a place to run coming from outsides

clouds and chills, entering inferior and old.

Let down your pain once inside, exchange

sad stories cash in on mother's glories,

secure she knows why your there, answers

to every question in her prayer's.

Back you from the place you've run, leave

all heaped feelings of shame, relieve all woes,

troubles, on the welcome matt, with those sad

foot steps.

Though this house, a cold worn draft, laughter,

restoration are her craft.

SO remember, at last you enter, a place where

love, is the sole of thy mentor.

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