'Her Strength' Poem by joseph nez

She lean on tied hands
at the shallow end of the day.

Her eyes at glare, contemplating I can.
Being sufficient, resourceful
the thoughts kindle.
Tied and weak she gathers at reach,
'Children are funny, loud and nimble,
mine are precious, better than simple'.

The words begin to prosper that within.
Like medicine from her own,
music sweet to uncover and mend.

In peace alone, 'I with my own', said she insist.
Caressing their smiles,
precious children with her lips.

Her eyes consider now aware.
This picture portrait hangs heaven there.
'Jesus is beautiful, loving and cares,
mine so many memories,
yet so few moments, 'Lord'.
Hath love remind me?
You say,
'Children are the heritage the fruit of the womb, thy reward.
Prayer the courage, the carriage of thoughts of heart intent inward.

Then she complimenting in love beauty's Holy perpetual strength.
At command gathers her precious in arms at length.
Fills them like tears from Heaven's own Father Dear.

In silents and peace,
alone together, settle.
'Children are funny, loud and nimble',
said she.
'Mine are precious,
better than simple'.