My Wife Poem by Jacob macharia

Through life's tackles,
Sometimes one gets weary,
With much unbearable huddles,
But what stands in all dearly,
Is a soul worth the rumbles,
That that tolerates joyfully,
Comfortably without troubles
.
I found that soul,
That am always proud of,
Lucky may sound like a foul,
Privilege like a cliché,
But I call her a blessing,
A gift from the Giver of all heavens,
In her I find my haven.

How hard it is to find a capable wife!
She is worth far more than jewels!
Many women are good wives,
But you are the best of them all.
Charm is deceptive and beauty disappears,
But I give credit for who you are and for all what you do for me.