A Poem For Beth

Diligence

Rising, while it is still dark,
she performs her tasks
daily,
without reservation.

And now the last sale has been rung up,
clean clothes have been folded,
while a spicy stew simmers on the stove.

She cradles her son in her arms,
and awaits her husband's homecoming;
love and duty are one.

I know you do not like poetry, Beth, but this is my way of honoring you.