Child, your deeds bring precious honor but yet know,
Your estimate of worth here in my eyes
Exceeds all measure arbiters bestow
And bests the blame that poison tongues decry.
You are my life, my love, my hallowed blood
And of this essence, I did give a name
That you wear proudly ever on this earth
While toiling yet in humble grace or fame;
Yet hope on hope, I ask one simple thing,
That your stay true to everything you are
And bravely face all trials life may bring…
That my heart’s light may be your guiding star;
My love for you exceeds all earthly bounds
And every breath you take, my soul astounds.
© Loubert S Suddaby. All Rights Reserved.
Loubert S Suddaby poems 