A winter storm billows outside,

A Pretty mother sits in her rocking chair,

She knits a blanket, long, warm, and wide,

While her affectionate husband gently strokes her hair,

 

Their beloved children slept soundly in their beds,

Allowing themselves to release imprisoned stress,

They let dreams of a better tomorrow float around in their heads,

And remembered their lovely parents promise to tend to the rest

 

The devoted family’s border collie moped tiredly in a corner,

He was languid,and every now and then gave a little wimp at the storm,

The poor little hound repulsed loud sounds, though he was hardly a mourner,

The sweet little family had raised him with love since the day he was born,

 

And the Lord looked down on them with a warm smile of grace,

Because all they want in life is his wonderful love to chase,