My favorite gifts

Besides being able to talk with own sweet mother, and spending time with my kids faux grandmother, and I must admit I loved the attention, the hugs, the extra love, the prayers, the smiles, AND the fact that the boys cleaned their rooms yesterday. But my favorite gifts this mothers day were mostly paper. My sons wrote me notes, made me cards and a crown. A letter came in the mail (although I received it more than a few days ago).
But a special one showed up that I wish to share.

The love giv’n to a man, whose home is war,
Requitted by an empty bed and chair,
Becomes the most relentless household chore,
For whom war’s siren call forced her to bear;
This single mother, loverless, alone,
Whose nation plays mistress, but stays a friend,
In love’s silent repose seeks not her own,
Feigns cheerful strength her duty to attend;
What worth this selfless affection does hold?
Can it be measured in an earthly scale?
No doubt, more precious than her home in gold,
Her perfect heart tried, tested without fail;
How rare to find a consecrated life,
Yet, none more sacred than a Soldier’s Wife

Love to you My Love.