Martha
Martha is a marvelous
homemaker,
The keeper of an always cozy
house,
An extraordinary cookie
baker,
An utterly impressive mom and
spouse.
Martha’s made her home a
sanctuary,
A formidable fortress of a
farm
Where those of ill intentions
dare not tarry.
She will not let her family
come to harm.
Her son has grown to be a man
of merit
Possessing skills she cannot
understand.
Yet her compassion was his to
inherit
When she tenderly took his
tiny hands.
His origins, his blood give
him his power,
But strength developed
underneath her gaze.
Since that grim day of the
meteor shower,
They've saved each other in
so many ways.
Devoted to the husband who
adores her
And to the son they've
nurtured as their own,
She doesn't know what dangers
lie in store for
The boy alien to his very
bone.
But Martha's earned the name
that she was given,
Exhibiting great faith and
fortitude.
She's made her home a perfect
one to live in
With comforts far beyond mere
warmth and food.
She taught the teen whose
hands have lifted boulders,
And she's the one he always
will turn to
While carrying the town upon
his shoulders,
For Martha is a Martha through
and through.
