This is a house where children live
Fingerprints smeared on the glass
When I get tired I try to remember
These years will be gone in a flash
Little fingers under bathroom doors
Art work hangs on the fridge
Mountains of laundry, tripping on toys
This is a house where children live
We laugh when we’re happy and cry when we’re sad
We still believe in pretend
No days at the spa, we’re playing instead
No playing it cool; innocence wins
This is a house where children live
Not tidy, sometimes quite the mess
We say words like “yippee” and “hooray”
Our bed has a night time guest
My time’s not my own
I can’t hold a thought
But I know these are the times
That can never be bought
This is a house where children live
Sleepovers, making lunches for school
We still have the magic of Santa
I’m kept up on what’s currently cool
Someone’s always cranky
Or getting in trouble
But all is forgiven
Outside blowing bubbles
When I feel overwhelmed with “to do’s” too long
I think of the mothers whose children are gone
I keep doing my best, and give all I can give
Blessed to have a home where children live
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About Stacey Winder
Stacey Winder has lived in the Northwest area of Houston since 1978 and Cypress specifically since 2005. Married with two children, she is actively involved in the Cypress community in non-profit and faith-based work. She has a passion for the people that live in Cypress, and is enthusiastic about the opportunities available to the residents here.Stacey has worked in commercial and residential real estate, but her real passion is for writing. Stacey is an accomplished writer whose works have been seen in numerous publications. She is now the Editor of TheCypressTimes, and as such will be a frequent contributor. In addition to her work as the Editor, Stacey is a child advocate for Compassion International, with the goal of “releasing children from poverty in Jesus’ name”.
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