Women are tides that learn their strength in time,
they pull the moon through dark and through the brave,
they turn survival into art and rhyme,
and teach the world what power means to save.
They hold whole histories in steady hands,
and still make room for laughter at the sink,
they build the future out of shifting sands
and dare despair to step back from the brink.
They are the storm, the shelter, and the spark,
the lighthouse beam that doesn’t ask for praise,
the ones who walk through heavy rooms, through dark,
and keep on keeping others lit for days.
So here’s to women… fierce, enduring, true…
the Shore, the sky, the sea all rhyme with you. 🌊🖤✨