Poems

She is the gentle dawn that breaks the night, A steady hearth, a fierce and guiding light. In every quiet strength and unspoken grace, She holds the world within her warm embrace. To honor her is not to place a crown, Or speak of beauty just to write it down— It is to listen when she claims her voice, To hold her dreams as worthy of her choice. Respect the hands that build, the minds that lead, The hearts that offer comfort in our need. For when a woman walks in freedom, whole,