Her eyes gleamed with the light

Of her inner strength.

She had walked miles,

Not worried about length.

She had worked hard,

Not caring about exhaustion.

She had loved, devotedly

And augmented the meaning of love.

She had held the knife by its blade,

Not wincing with pain.

She had protected

With all her might and strength.

She had carried, on her back

Not burdened by the weight.

She endured all things

Without complaining.

Now her eyes are gleaming with the light

Of her inner strength.