Reflections

The patience that she shows me every day
Is worth more than a thousand lesser things
And more than I can hope I can repay;
More than a decorated rap star's blings,
More than a diamond field untapped and full,
More than a field untilled and rich and dark,
More than a herd of pure Merino wool,
More than the animals on Noah's ark.
No, all that I can do for thanks is to
By slow degrees attempt to mirror her
To do the things she wishes me to do
And to refrain from what she would prefer
I should avoid. And so I try to show
The same to her that I from her well know.