In the quiet dawn, she starts her day,
With tender care in every way,
A housewife’s heart, both strong and kind,
A world of love she’s designed.
She moves with grace through daily chores,
From sweeping floors to mending doors,
In every task, a touch of art,
A testament to her loving heart.
In the kitchen’s warmth, she bakes and stirs,
Creating meals with thoughts of hers,
Each dish a symbol of her care,
A love that’s found in every share.
Through children’s laughter, cries, and cheer,
She’s ever-present, always near,
With gentle hands and soothing voice,
She nurtures dreams and helps rejoice.
Her work, though often goes unseen,
Is vital to the home’s serene,
A quiet strength, a steadfast guide,
With endless love she does provide.
She keeps the home, the hearth alight,
Through days and long into the night,
A constant presence, calm and sure,
Her love, a bond that will endure.
In every room, her spirit stays,
In countless little, thoughtful ways,
A housewife’s touch, both soft and deep,
A legacy of love to keep.
So here’s to her, the heart of home,
In her, true strength and beauty roam,
A life of service, love, and grace,
In every corner, every space.
– Niraj Sonowal
