Cush-cushions

The beauty of an inner heart
That life has marked
Both soft and hard
A voice that wavers
Both soft and loud
Full of laugh, a life so proud

My brother's wife
A woman, strong
Soft where needed
Right cushions plonked

Whose hands are strong
Whose view exact
Whose concern is evident
In talks so packed

Who guides the young un's
Right and tight
And see's to others
Er'e time is right