Homemaking Haven

These Are The Years

These are the years, the gentle years

the soft and sentimental years

when wee little fingers reach and touch

and little eyes gaze with wonder and trust

when you love so tenderly

so so much

these are the gentle years

These are the years, the rainbow years

the quiet, walk-on tiptoe years

the years of laughter and smiles and sighs

when both of you watch with misty eyes

the tiny bed where a chrub lies,

these are the rainbow years

These are the years, the tender years

the blissful, sweet-surrender years

when your little treasures from above

is the soul and purpose

and center of

your plans and dreams

and dearest love

these are the tender years

Barbara Burrow