Golden years...

Old Mothers
They draw me to them: women who have grown…
Wise with wisdom that right living brings.
Old mothers that have suffered and have known…
A triumph over many conquered things,

Who have grown gentle, trusting day by day,
Who have grown patient, serving through the years;
Who have prayed much, have learned how to pray,
And weeping - learned how futile were their tears.

They wear such certainty within their eyes:
A sureness that no question can shake;
All is so clear to them - they are so wise,
The way was made so plain that they should take.

If one should come to them...his faith grown dim,
Their faith would light the fires anew in him.

Happy 90th birthday, Mom !

~ We love you ~