My Wife an all Rounder

It's been thirty-eight years since our

marriage,

Met as stranger's, discovering each other,

In the adventure of life.

Sharing our fears, our tears, our likes, dislikes,

As we understood the nuances of our lives.

Together in a moment of bliss,

We Created another life, our daughter.

Your role of a wife ends, begins the role of a mother,

A mother of so many hues, Omni present,

Through her growing years, following 

 her daughter footsteps,

 sharing, her daughter's fears, tears, as

 all   mothers do.

A never-ending scenario of caring, affection, and love

mother's role ends, as her daughter

grows up,

A mother never sleeps till everyone has slept

A mother's role

Playing different roles !

Thirty-eight years later , nothing changes,

She holds my hands looks at me,

Smiles in understanding,

For being there always,  when needed,

I Nod my head in understanding

 So many roles in a life time A daughter, a wife, a mother, a friend,

And I wonder in awe, God in his wisdom

created woman, never judgemental  in any role 

To show the way to Man, or else he would be lost.

For we take a mother's role for granted.

Always giving us what we wanted

Women always of substance, always an 

All rounder.