Her heart was pure
Her patience endless
Even in tired love
Her greatness undeniable
In a woman of humility
With hands caring so
Ones swollen, weathered
That years shown toil
Toil for others needs
She stepped in adroit
A companion widowed
A heart so very grand
Early before the sun shone
Before the day even awoke
Her tired hands set busy
The wonderous odors
Oh so fragrant, tantalizing
None there are today
Her aches and pains
They came in second
I could not know then
The years have been sown
The baking goes undone
The love leavened so
Now only tears recall
Her memories so fond
Thought endless, foolishly so
But life goes on always
And grown up, now gone
Fond, precious times remain
Oh, that I could tell her
To see that simple smile
And a merry laugh sincere
Since she came by marriage
When her spouse perished
She was cast aside, unkindly
That children, adults would
Could be so, to such loyalty
To such gentle patience
They hid their misdeeds
In lies, in rationalizations
What absolution could be
To evict by necessity
That she would be returned
To her family natural
Such a horrid crime done
Covering the heinous wrong
And time hath abetted so
Now in years passing
To know the wrongdoing
Firsthand, empathy weeps
If God hears a good soul
Then heed a modest request
In hers, an ode to greatness
That the flares of industry
Burn bright for her memory
There is hope for common men