Honor

I gently lay my little poem

In the treasure chest

Which holds my greatest treasure

My son places his memento in

My grandson follows suit 

All the men in her inner

Circle of love

Have honored her

Paying homage

Each in his own way 

But greater than these

Small mementos

Is the honor she

Instilled in them

Each in her own way 

She can be proud

That all of her men

Are men of honor

Each proud to be a part of her 

Each calling her

By a different name

Wife

Mother

Grandmother

Each calling her Love