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By Arleen Sessions Bogue

The quiet hand of trust,
The busy hand of making,
And two hands clasped in prayer
First thing upon awaking;
The happiness of giving
Without possessive fear;
The peace in the forgiving
Of someone who is dear;
A humble place of learning
Truth in words and deeds;
A constant faith that heaven
Will supply our needs;
Reciprocating smiles
While each performs his part;
The warmth of being wanted
By some loving heart;
A place to hurry back to
And know as you are known;
The spark of inspiration;
These make a house, a home.

(1955)

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3 thoughts on “Home”

  1. This is now printed and on my wall.
    I think I’m going to make it pretty and frame it for the living room.

  2. This is such a lovely poem, but I felt impulsed to revise a few irregular phrases to make the meter more consistent:

    Home
    By Arleen Sessions Bogue (gently revised by Jared Bernotski)

    The quiet hand of trust,
    The busy hand of making,
    And hands that clasp in prayer
    First thing upon awaking;
    The generous who give
    Without possessive fear;
    The peace to quick forgive
    Each someone we hold dear;
    A humble place of learning,
    With truth the flow’r it feeds;
    A constant faith that heav’n
    Will yet supply our needs;
    Reciprocating smiles
    While all perform their parts;
    The warmth of being wanted,
    Bright love that lightens hearts;
    A place to hurry back to
    And know as you are known;
    The spark of inspiration;
    These make a house, a home.

    (1955 and 2015)

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