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My mother’s home has become a place of you verses me.
I remember viewing it as a place I learned to value integrity.
I have fond memories of Psalms 133
Behold how good and pleasant it is… the tenants, canopy and checqured floor
Through the porch, up the stair case to the ark over troubled shores I’ve learned and more.
Perfecting our trowel sometimes proves to be too challenging
And the business of mom’s home can be quite demanding.
But I offer a solution to the problem of you verse me.
And it begins with us getting back to Psalms 133.
Categories: Poetry
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