My Stick And Mud Home

When I was small, I built a little home A home that was made of stick and mud It didn’t last long, it was dumped in the trash. My home was once like that We thought it was built to last But, a strong wind came and toppled it down We were left lost, alone and empty inside My parents did not give up The magic of love, the wonders of “Sorry” With the grace of God My home is back to its glory. And now I'm a happy child Showered with love That never ends.