The woman I love is the woman I trus’.
She always does me good, even when I fuss.
N’er a bad word spoken; no selfish thought or aire.
She jes’ has a way of keepin’ faith and always bein’ there.
She’s is a pardner true, my equal in many ways.
Sometimes she jes’ knows things; knows how they plays.
Ain’t no other woman so good and so true,
Who’d have a man like me, who sometimes jes’ don’t have a clue.
Life without her? Now that’s a thought.
Naw. Not really. That’d put me in a heck of a spot.
‘Cause I need a pardner true with a whole lot of grace,
To keep me straight and sometimes put me in my place.
Yep, the woman I love is the woman I trus’.
She’s a pardner true; no ifs, ands, or buts.
(c) RWHollar
May 8, 2010
*Based on Proverbs 31:11&12 (New Living Translation)
11) Her husband can trust her,
and she will greatly enrich his life.
12) She brings him good, not harm,
all the days of her life.
(This piece was written on the occasion of a Mother’s Day. This, after near forty years of wonderful marriage to this saintly woman, was one of my gifts to her. ‘Course, it don’t compare to her gift to me or our children.)
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