Teach them to your children, talking about them when you sit at home and when you walk along the road, when you lie down and when you get up. This is a wonderful poem about being a homemaker. Unfortunately the author is unknown. Love leaves the dust in search of a child's laugh. Love smiles at the tiny fingerprints on a newly cleaned window.
Love wipes away the tears before it wipes up the spilled milk.
Love picks up the child before it picks up the toys. Love is present through the trials. Love reprimands, reproves and is responsive. Love crawls with the baby, walks with the toddler, runs with the child, then stands aside to let the youth walk into adulthood. Love is the key that open's salvation's message to a child's heart.