My mother is one I could never match <br />She has depth so much more than me <br />Ever steadfast in her life <br />Self sacrificing as any could be. <br />Patience, a virtue she wears like a crown <br />Humility graces her brow <br />Oft’ times I’ve caused her to shadow a frown <br />Thank God that was then…this is now. <br />Quiet in spirit, sure to possess <br />herself in great dignity <br />Rare is the time she cannot caress <br />the weight of eternity. <br />Her laughter like music, <br />Her song like a prayer, <br />She is one of a kind. <br />All of us grateful for the life she has led, <br />No lovelier one you could find. <br />Charm is deceitful, and beauty is vain <br />A virtuous woman fears God <br />If ever a scripture could mirror a name <br />She’s it…..She is not a facade. <br /> <br />September 15, 2005<br /><br />Ginny Alloway Baker<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/virtuous-mother/
