Here's another of the poems found in my mother's things (this one attributed to Mary Eversley).....
THOSE WHO LOVE LIFE
Those who love gardens seem to have
Such simple needs -
Good earth, fair wind, and sun and rain
Tools, plants and seeds.
Those who love houses seem to find
The joy that springs
From chintz, and oak, and pots and pans
And homely things.
Those who love life need only ask
The sky above,
A roof, a bed and daily bread,
And lasting love.