Mother's Day Dedication to My Wife; "Star of Justice"

This song always reminds me of mother's day, and the importance Sheri has taken with bearing and raising our eight children.  I love her very much for that, but also for her support.

Happy Birthday and Happy Mother's Day

I have shared Sheri's birthday and often mother's day since 1983 with this beautiful woman.  She is a wife, mother, grandmother, friend, primary president, driver, fixer, etc etc.

Mother's Day Book

One of my siblings created a Mother's day book which I rather enjoyed. If they recognize it as theirs I can get it back to them.  My mother has kept it all these years. 

poetry I like: A Wife

A Wife
by John Jaques

I’ll speak a work commandingly
Of modest, true, and faithful wives,

For everybody knows they are
The pride and comfort of our lives.

How boundless her devotion is

How tender her affection!  She

Think toil, or pain, or sacrifice
For his dear sake will pleasure be.

How beautiful are all her ways!

How charming all her manners seem!

How precious she is in his sight!

With her life is a glorious dream.

How sweet and wholesome is her love—

How pure, how fraught with life and health!

How gracious all her favors are—

Unbought and priceless, truest wealth!

Her husband thinks when she’s away

There’s always something going wrong;

But when she comes into the room,

Brightness and gladness come along.

She is more welcome than the spring.

More welcome than the flowers in May.

More welcome than the morning sun.

More welcome than the light of day.

The magic of her presence spreads

A grateful influence around.

The very rustle of her dress

To him is a delightful sound.

Her voice is sweetest melody. 
Her step is music to his ear.

The air is full of light and love

And blissfulness when she is near.

The ground’s enchanted where she stands.

There captivation in her walk.

There’s fascination in her eye.

And pearls of wisdom in her talk.

“A glory gilds” her every deed

A halo doth her life invest.

Who else could do things half as well?

But everything she does is best.

The best thing I ever did

Was making a good girl my bride.

The best day I ever saw

 Was when she stood thus by my side.

It was fulfilling God’s great law.

To us a grand experiment—

From that blest day to this blest hour

We’ve not seen first cause to repent.

My poetry: The Peace of Home

The Peace of Home

                                      Dedicated to my mother        

When I was young, I often marveled

That the world could torment and trouble,

But when I arrived home all was peace,

As if I’d curled up in a blanket of fleece.

I always took that peace for granted,

As if for free it had been planted…

But not for free, but a mother’s work

Created this peace apart from a world gone berserk.

And now that I’ve become a father,

I’m still confused.  I wonder.  I ponder.

Is there some magic code to release,

That special, loving feeling--feeling of peace?

So it can permeate in my home,

And call to my children when they’re gone,

“Here is a place free from worldly cares.

Come, be refreshed.  Here is peace, free of briars.”

And it dawns on me, there is a key,

A Christ centered man I need to be,

Like my mother; full of love, quick to pray,

Bearing all things, giving kind service each day.

If I can exemplify these traits

In my children’s eyes--I will be great.

Not because of me, no I’m not the one,

Just love God, as my mother also has done.

                                                Billy Wardle