Wives and Mothers

Today is a time that is like no other, For the virtuous wife and bless’ed mother, While her husband works the ground to yield, She works beside him in the field. She is his help, his right hand man, The world on his shoulders, she is his stand. Baring his seed, expands his name, defends his honor against all shame. She mends what’s broken in the home, Holds down the fort when he is gone. Guards house and home both night and day, never once relent to pray. Accountant, cook, and housekeeper, Duster, polisher, and home sweeper. Scold the naughty, spank the mischievous, Discern the truth teller from the devious. Teaching her daughters to make them wives, Her sons to live godly lives. She hires the help, gives helping hand, Handy lady to the handyman. She’s the only one who goes, without a pay, Though she’s rewarded every day. She then adorns herself, for her handsome King, To reward him warmth within her wings. To whisper strength within his ear, that if not for him, her heart would fear. The wife and mother today, is as soft as strong, She is everything right amidst all wrong.