The Gift of Saira's Grace

Saira, with eyes that hold the stars,

A gaze so deep, like distant bars,

Each glance a story softly told,

Of grace, of beauty, pure as gold.

Her heart, a well of kindness true,

A light that shines in all she’ll do,

A beacon bright in every way,

A gentle soul that leads the way.

The token she gave, with calligraphic grace,

My name in Arabic, a delicate trace.

A symbol of respect, of love, of care,

A treasure beyond compare.

Each stroke reminds me, soft and clear,

Of her radiant smile, so sincere,

Her face, a mirror of tender art,

And in her heart, a teacher’s part.

For in this gift, so deeply given,

Her highest regard is brightly driven,

And when I look upon this sign,

I feel her presence, pure and divine.