A Woman of Grace

By Liz Picardal, November 14, 2024

There once was a man with love in his heart,

Who spoke of a woman, a world set apart.

Her beauty was different deep in her core,

In the way she loved, and so much more.

“Mother,” he said, with wisdom in his eye,

“I’ve met someone special, and I can’t even deny.

She’s kind, she’s gentle, she’s all that is true,

Her essence so natural, it shines right through.

Her radiance shines beyond how she appears,

It’s in how she speaks and how she cares.

With every soft word, with every kind deed,

She shows a grace that the world truly needs.

She walks with confidence, yet humble and still,

Her presence alone can quiet the thrill.

It’s not just her face, though lovely indeed,

But her heart that’s full of kindness and need.”

His mother smiled, for she knew what was clear,

The woman he loved was one to hold dear.

“She sounds like a treasure, a rare kind of soul,

A woman with grace, who makes you feel whole.

Remember, my son, as you look at her face,

Her kindness and beauty are part of her grace.

But the love you see, the woman so true,

Reflects the goodness inside of you.

For a good woman, with love in her heart,

Will always reflect what you’ve carried from the start.

Her beauty is real, her grace is so true,

And she sees that same light shining back from you.”

The man nodded, her words sinking deep,

For the woman he loved was one he would keep.

Her kindness, her grace, her beauty so bright,

Was a mirror of the love that felt so right.

And as he admired her, gentle and strong,

He knew he’d found a love where he belonged.

For a woman of grace, kind-hearted and true,

Is the beauty of the world reflected in you.