A Portrait of Mother

Sparkling eyes recessed,
Like the precious stones set in her ring.
Her wrinkled brow long furrowed
By three score years and ten.
The silver strands of thinning hair
Contrasting with the pure gold of her heart
She is God's great work of art.

A tower of strength, she stands tall
Amidst the crumbling uncertainties of motherhood,
Her nut-brown face soaked
With the dew of sweat and tears.
The honest words from her crimson lips
Blend harmoniously with the ruby richness of her heart,
She is God's great work of art.

Yet, throughout the years of toil
She sits unblemished,
Not a color of hers has faded.
Her brilliant mind well tinted
By the many shades of experience
Highlights the unfading beauty of her heart.
She is God's great work of art.