Bright as a daffodil
With a smile
To gladden the heart
Earnest to the core,
Picking up your broken parts
To put them together once more.
Always positive
In circumstances most dire,
Nothing defeats her.
A fund of energy
Like sparkling sunlight
Playing on wet leaves
And flowers
The soul of my life,
Its purpose and priority.
Always busy
Keeping the house tidy,
The dinner warm,
The prayers persistently
Beseeching blessings
For the family.
Always concerned
For the well being
Of children far away,
call them now
It’s Sunday.
Ready for festivals
Brimming with enthusiasm
And fervour
In her best dress
To honour the Gods,
Welcoming guests
With joie de vivre,
Attentive to the needs
Of friendly neighbours,
My loving mate
Always considerate.
The spirit of the home,
Propping up a picture,
cleaning out a comb,
Dusting every object,
Daily routine,
Nothing left alone,
Full of zest,
At her very best,
At all times,
Awake or at rest.
Where would I be without her,
My diligent and avid helper,
My heart and my soul,
Always making everything whole.
Were she to go away,
I fear the coming
Of that dark day,
But she consoles me,
Not to worry
I’m here to stay.
And when the time comes,
Together, never apart,
Hand in hand
We shall depart
And be on our way.