In innocence, she's born, a blank page wide,
A life unwritten, a story to abide.
Her first cry echoes, a voice unheard,
A journey begins, with every word.

Her childhood's colored, with laughter and tears,
Her dreams and desires, through all the years.
She grows, she blooms, like a flower in sun,
Her spirit shines, her journey's just begun.

Adulthood beckons, with responsibilities' weight,
She navigates love, loss, and life's debate.
She finds her strength, in every fall,
And rises, like a phoenix, through it all.

Motherhood's joys, and...