In tender hands, she holds the dawn,
Yet in her gaze, steel battles drawn.
Soft words that soothe a storm-torn night,
A fierce heart armed with endless might.
Through sleepless wars and silent cries,
She stands unbroken, love her prize.
Her scars unseen, her spirit flame,
Mother, warrior—both the same.
Shield and shelter, strength and grace,
In every wound, a warm embrace.
Her fight is love, her weapon: care—
A hero's soul beyond compare.
©samdisha
S