In the quiet dawn of morning light,
She rises with the sun’s first gleam,
Bearing burdens, facing endless fights,
Her strength is more than just a dream.

Through storms and trials, she stands tall,
With a heart of gold and spirit bright,
No challenge too great, no struggle too small,
Her courage shines through darkest night.

In the face of sorrow, she finds her way,
With grace and poise, she conquers fear,
Her laughter echoes, chasing gray,
A beacon of hope, always near.

For in her soul, a fire burns deep,
Unbroken, bold, and ever true,
In her embrace, the world finds sleep,
Her strength, a gift to me and you.