A Day In Her Shoes

In the quiet dawn, as light unfurls,

A woman wakes, her world in swirls,

With dawn's embrace, she starts anew,

Her spirit strong, her heart in view.

She tends to tasks with steadfast grace,

Her fingers dance, in daily chase,

From dawn to dusk, she wears many hats,

Mother, worker, diplomat.

In every step, she finds her stride,

Through every challenge, she won't subside,

With patience tested, she holds her ground,

In silent strength, she can be found.

In the kitchen's warmth, pots clatter,

A symphony of love, nothing's the matter,

Her hands create, with skill and care,

A feast for souls, a love to share.

Yet amidst the pots and pans she juggles,

Her mind takes flight, her spirit struggles,

For dreams deferred, and passions lost,

In the midst of life's chaotic cost.

Through bustling streets, she makes her way,

A silent warrior, come what may,

Navigating crowds with silent grace,

Her heart a map, her soul a space.

In the office tower, she stands tall,

Among the suits, she's a shining thrall,

Her mind sharp, her wit keen,

In boardrooms, she's a queen.

Yet in the midst of corporate might,

She longs for whispers in the night,

Of children's laughter, and tender kisses,

In the sea of business, love she misses.

Through evening's hush, she finds her way,

Back to the hearth, where loved ones stay,

Her weary bones, her tired soul,

Seek solace in this humble goal.

For in the heart of her humble abode,

She finds the strength to bear her load,

In laughter shared, and love's embrace,

She finds her peace, her sacred space.

As night descends, and stars align,

She lays her head, her heart benign,

For in the quiet of the night,

She finds her solace, her guiding light.

So here's to the women, strong and true,

Who face each day, with courage anew,

In every challenge, they find their way,

Their resilience shining, come what may.