Army Mom’s Safe Haven



These are the things men seek at dusk;
Firelight across a room,
Green splashing against dim roofs,
Gardens where flowers bloom.
Lamp-lighted gold of a windowpane,
Trees with tall stars above,
Women who watch a darkening street
for somebody they love.

Faith of a small child's rhyming prayer,
Candle-shine... tables spread
with a blossom or two in a gay blue bowl,
Fragrance of crusted bread.

For men may dream of a clipper ship,
A wharf or a gypsy camp,
But their footsteps pattern a homing way
To a woman, a child, a lamp.

Written by Helen Welshimer circa mid-1930s