My Wife

To my children she is mother bringer of life, giver of love, sculptor of minds, painter of dreams, the calmer, the soother, the rock… Holding them through the tears of mistakes done, when dreams won’t come, when milestones are won. Inspiring them to begin, to reach the end, and then start again, flying higher, going farther, moving faster… She cherishes them, holds them, knows them, at times scolds them, but they know she will always, love them… She is their unyielding, invulnerable protector… Yes, To my children she is mother. To me… She is fierce, soft, gentle, lover, fighter. inspiration, imagination, stimulation, motivation, admiration, rolled into one package… In that package, a brain, brilliant, calculating, supportive, unselfish, forgiving… In that package, a heart, caring, sharing, loving, generous compassionate, tender, affectionate, supportive, romantic… In that package, a soul, the spirit of an angel’s grace, where evil, has no place, and even the saints would cry tears, over her purity… In that package, her hands, a touch that can, calm the rage, that boils inside of me, exposing my insanity, steering me. from the brink of, catastrophe… In that package, her arms, that wrap around me, bringing harmony, peace, contentment, love, reality… To my children she is mother… to the world she is my wife… to me she is, my life…