My mother is one I could never match
She has depth so much more than me
Ever steadfast in her life
Self sacrificing as any could be.
Patience, a virtue she wears like a crown
Humility graces her brow
Oft’ times I’ve caused her to shadow a frown
Thank God that was then…this is now.
Quiet in spirit, sure to possess
herself in great dignity
Rare is the time she cannot caress
Thursday, January 12, 2006