The Woman I love

She is a pillar of strength

a tower of glory, never wavering always persisting.

She is the horn of her home

the rainbow in a cloudy sky the sweet fragrance of morning rain.

She is gracious and tenacious,

Never giving up on her own Always enduring, amidst perspiration

This is my mother

The woman I love

Amidst trials and tribulations She remains steadfast in encouragement

Her mind a well spring of wisdom, full of hope and belief

Though tempest rolls and thunder roars she endures them all

Her home a den of love and full of care, embracing all both strangers and foe

Even though her ways are sometimes firm

And her intend misunderstood

She is still my mother

The woman I love

And now as her years grow dim and limps grow frail

She is still a beckon of hope and faith, love and beauty

Made better and stronger by the years of toil

Her offspring a testimony of battle forth and won

For in them are the results of endless toil

Which now is sweet success

She is still gracious, still poised, still tenacious and firm

And though one day life’s curtain will draw close on her stay here on earth

She will remain my mother

The woman I love.

© Deboo February 2008