Love Is All That Matters

Born in a poor, forsaken place,
I slept on the hardwood floor.
The windows held no shining pane
And the cold came trough my door.

My shoes were worn, my coat was thin,
My dress was ragged cotton,
My hair grew wild below my waist,
In a time almost forgotten.

A time our only wealth was love,
And family life, a treasure.
We fought to help each other live;
To give, our greatest pleasure.

A time now gone with passing days
That died for prosperous years,
And saw us go our separate ways,
Down a flowered path of tears.

If God should ask my heart's desire,
There's no blessing I'd love more
Than going home for one last night
To sleep on the hardwood floor!

~ Kate Watkins Furman