To provide the money For all that we need And for some things we want. You endure the pain That steals your wrists Ruins your knees, wrecks your back To get anything we lack. You are the backbone of this household, The strength of this home The life of my world The center of my existence. You prove it every day unknowing As God did in showing On the first Christmas morn Actions speak louder than words. 2014 Kristen Czewski