Seen in the light of her eyes
in the rigidity of her spine
in the gait of her walk.
Heard in the beating of her heart
in the gaiety of her laughter
in the jingle of her voice.
Felt in the fruits of her labour
in the warmth of her hugs
in the smacks of her kisses
in the sting of her tongue
That steel cable of strength
that runs through her being
gives me the comfort that: