Beneath morning's hush, where sunbeams tiptoe,
A hearth awaits, its embers aglow.
She stirs memories, seasons intertwine,
The wife—the heart of the home her love defines.

In laughter and tears, she weaves life's thread,
Patience, resilience, empathy widespread.
Her touch, a balm for weary souls' plight,
In her embrace, hearts find warmth and light.

Remember the scent of freshly baked bread,
Her hands kneading dough, love silently spread.
Around the table, family gathered tight,
Her smile, a compass guiding love's flight.

May we honor her grace, her quiet strength,
Keeper of secrets, hearts' infinite length.
In her eyes, eternity's tender plea,
The wife the heart of the home our sanctuary.

As nightfall blankets the world outside,
She tends to dreams, love's eternal tide.
In shared breaths' hush, we find our place,
The heart of the home a timeless embrace.

As nightfall blankets the world outside,
She tends to dreams, love's eternal tide.
In shared breaths' hush, we find our place,
The heart of the home a timeless embrace.