To my dear Wifey

In the morning light, a lone sun rises,

A caring mother, where strength never disguises.

2 and hlf years of joy, a princess named Anaaya by her side,

She takes each step with unwavering pride.

A kitchen symphony, pots and pans in play,

Her voice, her laughter, the melody of her day.

No hand to share the load, no one to lean,

Yet, she dances through chaos with a grace unseen.

Little hands reaching, seeking her embrace,

In the routine of chores, a tender space.

From dawn's first light to the night's embrace,

Her love paints a canvas, an unyielding grace.

Laundry, dishes, a constant hum,

Yet, in her heart, a beat like a drum.

No applause, no audience to cheer,

But the resilience in her eyes is crystal clear.

Bedtime RaRiRaRaa whispered, dreams unfold,

A story of courage, of silver and gold.

She tucks her close to chest, a lullaby so sweet,

Her arms, a fortress where love and strength meet.

No trophy on a shelf, no laurels to display,

Yet, she conquers mountains, day by day.

In the silence of night, when stars align,

Her inner strength, a constellation, brightly shines.

A caring mother, a hero unsung,

She is the rose of the home,

Fragrance all over the dome,

In the journey of life, her song is sung.

Managing alone, a household to steer,

Her love, a beacon that dispels every fear.

To the mother, in shadows unseen,

Your strength is a masterpiece, a serene queen.

In solitude, you find power untold,

A story of love and courage, beautifully bold...

To my dear Wifey.....