By Roland E. Williams
She does not raise her hand to wipe her tear
She wants it there for there’s no reason to remove it.
It is the joy she has derived from all he is,
To her, he is, all that and so much more.
She has made him all this, if only she knew
She has made her heart feel this joy
And she has made her tears show this joy
She has made it possible to love him so deeply
She has made him love her so deeply
And her tears have made his tears
And her joy has made his joy
And her heart is witness to his
showing how much hers has given his.
She has received freely, that which she has given freely
And she has given more than his share’s worth
And so shall receive now endlessly, on and on
Till forever has come and gone…