Sunday, May 13, 2007

Who Can Find A Virtuous Woman?

May 13
for jewell
"...Her worth is far above rubies"

This day awakens the motherless child hidden deep,
now waning into twilight years
I wrestle with the big sleep, lumbering
relentlessly toward me
The motherless child resists this day etched with remembrances

You were a stoic wind against so much suffering
as she watched helpless and alone
In the end, there was nothing anyone could do
for you who never entertained defeat

So much like you, it’s you she hears when she speaks,
nothing could stop her trying
She brought daisies from the cut-rate wholesaler
the child became the mother, offering you all she had,
putting her hand against yours, a perfect match

She vowed to remember;
not the fist of death or the pain
that robbed you of speech, hearing and consciousness
but those words you spoke to the child who needed
your blessing; a staff to lean on when you would be gone
“You showed me what love is”
And on the wings of peace you departed
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"Her children rise up and bless her...Many daughters have done nobly, but you excel them all ...
let her works praise her..."

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