In Praise of the Lady of Staying Power

You hold the bowl

You hold the line

You hold His heart

You hold His mind

You hold His pain

You hold His fear

You hold His trust

You hold His tears

You hold His grief

You hold His life

You hold His hope

You hold, His wife

You hold His venom

You hold His ire

You hold His loss

You hold His fire

You hold His love

You hold His vow

You hold His world

You hold Him now