In the quiet dawn, her voice does rise,
A melody of love beneath the skies.
Her touch, a balm for every woe,
In her embrace, warmth does flow.

Eyes so kind, they light the way,
Through storm and night, through every day.
A guardian angel, silent and true,
Her strength, a beacon that we pursue.

With every step, her shadow near,
She dries each drop of silent tear.
A warrior in the cloak of grace,
Her courage, etched upon her face.

So here’s to you, dear gentle soul,
The heart of our home, the keeper of our goal.
In every moment, come what may,
Your love, our guide, both night and day.