There is a beautiful woman I know,
who's lived a lot longer than I have.
And though she has wisdom and experience
even beyond her own years,
She's good at laughing, or helping
because inside she's close to the same age
that I am.
She's stronger and more forgiving
than any I've ever met.
And though she's so nearly never in the wrong,
in frustrations or discussions,
She's the one who comes back first
to say she's sorry and to ask that I
She's shy and somewhat quiet,
until you get to know her.
When she's comfortable, and with those
that she knows and that know her,
you get to see her open up and laugh, or
and she's not afraid to
let you in.
This woman has suffered inside and out,
but knows how to find a gracious God.
Even when life screams and taunts,
threatening to only become harder,
She smiles serenely and responds
because she believes in strength
beyond her own.
She knows when to write a note,
and bless with encouraging smiles.
Her advice sometimes hurts,
but always eventually heals.
She's patient and loving, and
and she's part of
who I am.
This woman just happens,
to be my dear mother,
who's shared me and showed me
what it means to be me.
She embraces me always,
in spite of my weakness,
and words can't describe my thankfulness