Mama’s Hankie
I wasn’t always tattered;
I wasn’t always torn.
I didn’t always look so limp,
So tired and forlorn.
Once my threads were crisper,
My colors seemed to glow;
But I was harsh against a face
When tears would start to flow.
So I traded in my beauty
For softer threads of years,
So I could fit into your hand
And gather all your tears.
So treasure all my careworn threads –
In time they’ll fall apart;
And take with you the tenderness
And love that’s in my heart.
Charm is deceptive, and beauty is fleeting; but a woman who fears the LORD is to be praised. –Proverbs 31:30 NIV
