HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO AN INVALUABLE WOMAN
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 the weight of eternity. Her laughter like music, Her song like a prayer, She is one of a kind. All of us grateful for the life she has led, No lovelier one you could find. Charm is deceitful, and beauty is vain A virtuous woman fears God If ever a scripture could mirror a name She’s it…..She is not a facade.