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KINDNESS AT ITS BEST

by;
June Masters Bacher

Her parlor I recall was small,
And furnished sparse indeed.
It had no special style at all
But recognized a need.

I often wonder what it was
That charmed her neighbors so;
There seemed to be a secret code
That only houses know.

Or was it she who lived inside
And offered warmth and rest?
I only know Grandmother's home
Was kindness at its best.

Her parlor I recall was small,
And yet it seemed to say,
"Come in! Let's praise in simple ways
The One who made this day."

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