She is born with a ticked up curl,
Adorable and charming, she's born a girl.
From crawling to falling she learns to walk,
By the age of 5 she purifies her talk.
At the age of 15 she's buried in books,
Seldom at the mirror she admired her looks.
She at 25 is young and strong,
She stares at her journey harsh and long.
She when 35 is a mother of two,
Her eyes are deep like the sky blue.
When she's 45 feels tried and down,
Her daily life chores brings her a frown.
When she enters her 55th age,
She stands lonely and sad on her life stage.
Now at 65, she recalls her past,
And misses those moments which failed to last.
She was a mother, a sister and friend,
A partner of life from the beginning to end.
She's was a daughter who was nourished with care,
A strong woman of justice who treated all fair.

She who cares for everyone even in her sleep.
Like a deity who preserves the Universe in deep.