Saturday, November 3, 2007

Mother

Pure of heart
An abundance of patience
An overflow of humility
Passion unmatched
The tread of grace
Unconditional Love, infinity

I sneeze, and with the hem of her dress she cleans me up
He coughs, she whips up a quick concoction
Every step, every misstep, every fall
She walks beside me, redirects and uplifts
There is no resting, no relenting

Pure of heart
An abundance of patience
An overflow of humility
Passion unmatched
The tread of grace
Unconditional love, infinity

She walks barefoot, gives me her shoes many sizes too big
For she trusts i can achieve whatever she has not
Life picks her up and drops her in pieces
But she is up and giving what she cannot fathom, even for her
And she carries on a smile at hand

Pure of heart
An abundance of patience
An overflow of humility
Passion unmatched
The tread of grace
Unconditional Love, infinity

She gives, no return, no expectation
Although the rules say give and take
She loves for better or worse, no expectations
Although the rules say love one another
And she treads with the air of a queen

Mother
Pure of heart
An Abundance of patience
An overflow of humility
Passion unmatched
The tread of Grace
Unconditional Love, Infinity

This phenomenal woman, the mother, the wife.

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