Memories of Snow

The Perfect Mother

The Perfect Mother:
To Marie Pearl Newland Darbe Sisk

Her voice is a sweet melody descending from heaven;
Angelic voices sing her praise;
Peace and love surround her children;
Paradise is the home she creates through
Years of uncomplaining sacrifice.

Merry voice can be heard in heaven,
Odes to her many virtues singing.
There is no one else in the universe that can rival
Her in beauty, grace, or wisdom.
Each of her children know they are love, for themselves alone.
Rare is the day she does not make a willing sacrifice.
'tis her children's best interest she considers first, before a
Secure and easy life.

Daily prayer she teaches her children,
Along with love of humanity,
Yet allows them to think for themselves.

Poet's Note: ▶︎

I wrote this sometime in 149 B.E.