Sunday, May 9, 2010

A father celebrates Mother's Day



This old photograph, beginning to deteriorate from so much handling, shows my wife and children in 1969, forty-one years ago. Today our children are grown -- 45, 44, and 42 -- with children of their own, and we have six grandchildren ranging in age from 9 to 14. Mrs. RWP, my talented wife, sewed the dress our daughter is wearing in the photograph, smocking and all, herself.

A wife of noble character who can find? She is worth far more than rubies.
Her husband has full confidence in her and lacks nothing of value.
She brings him good, not harm, all the days of her life.
She selects wool and flax and works with eager hands.
She is like the merchant ships, bringing her food from afar.
She gets up while it is still dark; she provides food for her family and portions for her servant girls.
She considers a field and buys it; out of her earnings she plants a vineyard.
She sets about her work vigorously; her arms are strong for her tasks.
She sees that her trading is profitable, and her lamp does not go out at night.
In her hand she holds the distaff and grasps the spindle with her fingers.
She opens her arms to the poor and extends her hands to the needy.
When it snows, she has no fear for her household; for all of them are clothed in scarlet.
She makes coverings for her bed; she is clothed in fine linen and purple.
Her husband is respected at the city gate, where he takes his seat among the elders of the land.
She makes linen garments and sells them, and supplies the merchants with sashes.
She is clothed with strength and dignity; she can laugh at the days to come.
She speaks with wisdom, and faithful instruction is on her tongue.
She watches over the affairs of her household and does not eat the bread of idleness.
Her children arise and call her blessed; her husband also, and he praises her:
“Many women do noble things, but you surpass them all.”
Charm is deceptive, and beauty is fleeting; but a woman who fears the Lord is to be praised.
Give her the reward she has earned, and let her works bring her praise at the city gate.

(Proverbs 31:10-31)

11 comments:

A Lady's Life said...

beautiful post :)
to a great woman and Mom:)

Elizabeth said...

A beautiful tribute to your lovely lady, Robert. That passage from Proverbs is one of my favourites...x

Putz said...

yeh, my wif collects wool and slack also, i guess that is what all good mothers do according to your poem

Carolina said...

That is one busy lady. And her husband does nothing but taking a seat?

You have a wonderful family. I love those old photos.

Snowbrush said...

But where were you--taking the picture, perhaps?

Pat - Arkansas said...

You chose well for your tribute to Mrs. RWP. I hope she had a very happy Mother's Day.

Egghead said...

I love this. How sweet and that photo is precious!

Yorkshire Pudding said...

I think you omitted a couple of lines from Proverbs
She can talk on the telephone for hours about nothing in particular
She is able to nag without opening her mouth...

Katherine said...

Whew! Makes me want a sit-down and a small glass of Harvey's Bristol Cream just thinking of all that work!

rhymeswithplague said...

Thank you, everyone, for your comments!

Mrs. RWP asked me to send this message to Yorkshire Pudding: "You can fool around with Rhymes all you like, but if you mess with me I will come over there and slap you upside the head."

Katherine said...

Woo Hoo! You go girl! YP, notice that *upside* the head!