The power of her journey

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The power of her journey 


The Constant Heart A daughter born, 
a fragile bud, 
A father's pride, 
A mother's flood Of hope 
And dreams in tiny hands, 
She learned to crawl on sacred lands. 
Her value isn't found in gold,
 But in the stories to be told— 
A tender spirit, 
wild and free, 
A sapling for the family tree. 

The sister bond, 
A woven thread, 
Through whispered secrets, 
words unsaid. 
A shared defense against the world, 
A banner of a soul unfurled. 
Two hearts that know each other's fears, 
A steady rock through fleeting years, 
A laugh, a fight, a tearful grace, 
Finding home in a familiar face. 

A girlfriend's touch, 
A sudden spark,
 Igniting fires in the dark. 
A dance of words, a shy embrace, 
A nervous tremor in a space 
Where two souls find a brand new song, 
And feel for the first time they belong. 

A fragile promise, 
softly made, 
In sunlight parks and twilight shade. 
The bride in white, a sacred vow, 
A new beginning, here and now. 
The gentle curve of life she bears, 
A swelling love beyond all cares. 
Through morning sickness, weary days, 
She walks in quiet, hopeful haze, 
A vessel strong, a world contained, 
For life's first gentle touch is gained. 

A mother's love,
 a boundless sea, 
She gave up "I" for "you" and "we." 
Her waking hours, her sleep she lends, 
A life that starts, 
a journey ends Of self-concern, 
replaced by grace, 
To give her child a better place. 
She is the shield, the guiding light, 
A fierce and tender, endless might. 
And then a grandma, silver-haired,
 A patient love, beyond compared.

 The storyteller, wise and slow, 
Who watches little futures grow. 
She holds the past in knowing eyes, 
And sees a future she can't rise To walk herself, 
but in her heart, 
She plays the most important part. 



by Sumaiya Hawsdeen

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