When did happiness overtake me, contentment move in,
For both questions it’s Roberta where the answers begin.
For life’s sweetest memories have been seen through her eyes,
It’s Ro who’s made sense of life’s what, when and why’s.
I’ve experienced living through her life, her emotions,
Like a blind man thankful for a true friend’s devotion.
I marvel as I watch her interact with her friends,
When Roberta’s your friend, she’s a friend ’til the end.
She’s gifted at telling you what you don’t want to hear,
Though you need to hear it and you will if she’s near.
Her smile, sense of humor, a kind, gentle word,
Like the breeze gently blowing, though an angel is heard.
A truly gracious person, loving mother, caring wife,
God’s greatest gift to our family, forever blessed by her life.
There’s not a jealous bone in her body,
And she’s as cute as can be.
But what I admire most about her, is her heart of pure gold,
Always doing the right thing without being told.
But perhaps most important, when it’s all said and done
Love’s her native language, such a joy, loads of fun.
And when I’m dead and buried, on my tombstone will say
Sweet Roberta truly loved him, he must’ve been okay!