With a gentle sway, she moves with elegance.
All day, her laughter can be heard resounding.
She keeps her children close, holding them tight,
While at night, she whispers stories bathed in moonlight.
She has a silken touch, and her hands are expertly crafted,
Leaving behind an echo embedded in each heart.
As she takes a walk in fields of pearls,
She gazes at the clouds, painted in a sky of sapphire glass.
She takes in the breeze as a whispering phantom kisses her skin.
And with the touch of the wind, she finds her power in time and space.
She is a beacon eternally burning, a star in the night’s abyss,
And her spirit soars, soul free—a flight without boundaries.
She faces storms like a granite statue with a confident expression,
Tracing her way through the difficult maze of life.
She patiently crafts her dreams with the palms of her hands,
And without flinching, she stands upon the sand.
Her kindness allows her to be a sower of golden deeds.
She possesses a gentle power that is instantly felt,
With her everlasting strength.
And for all to see, the gleam and the essence of
Her legacy shall live on, with love as a timeless woven band.
In this life’s smooth stream, her whispers will forever remain a calm echo.
ABOUT THE CONTRIBUTOR
Denyse Uwimana is a writer who finds inspiration in the rhythms of her everyday life while being quite, learning new things or the shifting nature of the world.
