Where the untamed meets etiquette

In the gentle arms of time’s unfolding grace,

A tomboy, wild and free as the winds of yore,

Journeyed through the seasons, where rough-hewn paths

Blended with the softness of the coming dawn.

From fields where dust danced with the twilight's breath,

She ventured into a new realm, where lace and ribbons

Wove a tapestry both strange and wondrous,

As her daughters, delicate as morning dew, arrived.

They, with their gowns of whispered silks and soft perfumes,

Stirred a bloom of beauty where once had been

Only the rugged embrace of untamed days,

And with them came a light, a golden revelation.

In their laughter, the echoes of a thousand lullabies,

In their grace, the tender touch of a summer breeze,

She saw the quiet majesty of a world anew,

Where femininity, like a fragile bloom, awaited her care.

No longer solely the wild spirit of yesteryears,

She learned to cradle the elegance that graced her home,

A harmony of strength and softness intertwined,

A dance of shadow and light in the hearth’s gentle glow.

The bloom of femininity, with its delicate hues,

Was a treasure to guard as one might cherish

A rare and precious flower in the garden of the soul,

Its beauty preserved in the warmth of her embrace.

In the quiet sanctuary of family’s tender heart,

She bridged the realms of rough-hewn earth and silken dreams,

Embracing the full spectrum of her being,

As the pages of her life turned in rhythmic grace.

Thus, in the evening light, where old Southern hymns

Whisper through the leaves of time's deep lore,

She finds a balance, an unspoken melody,

In the dance of both the wild and the serene.