Mary E. Fosholdt
We had a dream, my love and I
That we would live here till we die.
We know not why the change in plans,
Only that God does change a man. He gibes to one to help the other,
Then gibes to each the love of a brother.
His love for us with warmth and care
We leave within this home to share. Its cozy and comfortable, the light just right
With a glowing fire on a dark, cold night
Or a day in spring with wind in your hair