Harmonized Life's Balance
In mornings dim, she starts her day,
With tasks lined up, no time to stray,
A daughter’s call, so sweet, so brief,
A mother, wife, beyond belief, she paves her way.
Her hands, though gentle, bear the load,
Of love and care, a constant road,
A wife at heart, with strength so rare,
In silent whispers, she finds care, amidst the code.
Through office doors, she strides with grace,
A worker’s guise, no time to chase,
Her dreams, once vivid, now subdued,
In her spirit, fiercely imbued, she finds her place.
As night descends, her roles converge,
In her, a quiet storm does surge,
A mother’s kiss, a lover’s sigh,
In every role, she aims so high, her paths emerge.
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Note: In this poem I have tried to navigate the intricate dance of a woman's daily life, threading through her roles as mother, wife, and worker with a resilience that whispers of strength and grace. It's a tribute to the subtle heroism in everyday acts of love and duty.