How should I describe the mother of my children,
whom I celebrate today?
She’s my spouse? Too legalistic. My better half?
How about my better eighty percent. My best friend?
Sounds like high school besties. Soul mate?
Hmm. Getting closer but not quite adequate enough.
More so would be: the face of true Love.
She’s the one who saves me from teetering over the edge.
She turns my head back to reason lest I fall on my own sword.
She is the superglue that binds together the
fractures in my universe.
She is the ladder bridge across life’s every
crevasse on my path to summiting my destiny.

Wait a minute! Isn’t all that what God is supposed to do?
True. But God wears people in this world,
and He’s wearing the mother of my children quite well.
The face of true Love looks like my
Judith Ann.