Praise Poem by Edwina Reizer

Some praise their birth, the day they were born.
Some praise the eve and some the morn.
But I, my love praise only you,
all that you are and all that you do.
You, who are worthy to all mankind
can always seem somehow to find
how to care for me and do my bid.
And in the doing have never hid
the feeling of joy in the doing
or the contentment you display in the wooing.
So, deservedly you have all my praise
on every one of my God-given days.





Dedicated to my husband LEO
for 54 years.