her light, her legacy

In every corner, bold and bright,

Where shadows yield to dawn’s first light,

The hands of women shape the day,

With strength and grace, they lead the way.

In homes where whispered dreams ignite,

And nurturing hearts embrace the night,

They mend the frayed and heal the wound,

In love’s deep well, where kindness blooms.

In fields where labor’s sweat does gleam,

And visions rise from steadfast dreams,

They build, they forge, they carve their name,

In history’s broad and endless frame.

In halls where voices rise in cheer,

Or where the silent battles sear,

Their courage shines, a beacon true,

In every fight, they see it through.

In words that teach, and hands that guide,

In hearts that hold the world inside,

They lift the veil, they pave the road,

With wisdom fierce and stories bold.

Through trials faced and victories won,

Their deeds are countless, never done.

With every stride and every care,

They weave a tapestry so rare.

So praise the women, far and near,

For in their light, the world is clear.

With every act and every part,

They shape the world with open heart.