The Heart Within

Written for a contest this is about a humble home.

What do people think, I wonder
When they come to visit my abode
Is it with distaste they look upon
Unkempt gardens and peeling paint
Do they think I'm bad at all
Because the lawns haven't been recently mown

Or do they look and see
The heart within this humble home

A knock is heard at the door
Why don't they use the doorbell?
Mind flies to all that needs doing
Too late now, just go and greet them
You see with different eyes each time
A person pays an impromptu visit

Shall they want to look and see
The heart within this humble home

Will the visitors mind, I ponder
The forgotten dust atop my cupboards
Or carefully placed child's handprints
Decorating most window panes
A comfortable clutter of books and toys
May for them be a dreadful bother

If you should come please look and see
The heart within this humble home