She walks with a grace that commands the room,
Her presence a beacon in the darkest gloom.
With eyes that hold a universe within,
A testament to the battles she’s been.

Her spirit, unbroken by the trials of time,
A melody that turns sorrow into rhyme.
Each scar a story of courage and might,
A woman worth cherishing in the night.

In her laughter, the echoes of joy pure,
A reminder that love can always endure.
Her hands, though weary, gentle and kind,
The strength of her heart a wonder to find.

She stands as a pillar, steadfast and true,
A testament to all that she can do.
A woman worth more than words can convey,
Her value, a light that will never sway.