Our Breakfast Room

In the corner of our house stand a room

     so bright and cheerful

And it holds our memories

     whether gay or tearful.

This is the room where

     memories were made,

Where through the years of family life,

     our hopes and dreams were laid.

Where mother baked her bread and goodies

     that filled us kids with sheer delight,

And daddy balanced the budget

     or played games with us till way into the night.

Where sister took the phone

     from noise to get away,

And brother worked a crossword puzzle

     on a lazy day.

Through its window the sun

     has welcomed each new day.

Around its table sat the family

     to eat or work or play.

Every house should have a room

     where memories are made,

That sits in summer sunshine

     or in the winter shade.

And turns a house into a home

     through years of love and pain

To let the children always know

     they can come home again.

barbara cope

Copyright Feb 26, 1962