A woman of Substance

She is a cute baby doll, when she is small,
A joy to look at, sweetheart of all

Finicky and flighty, in her teens,
She loves to dress in her denims.

At sweet sixteen, she is all giggles and innocence,
Her heart is bubbling with mischief and romance.

In her twenties, like a blooming flower, she seems,
Ready to conquer, the world of her dreams

At 25, she endures a lot of pain,
To bring a soul, into the world again

Throughout her life, she nurtures and cares,
For her family, every moment she spares.

She walks the tightrope of career and life,
Her world is full of struggles and strife.

She survives solely, on the strength of patience
She emerges a Victor; a Woman of Substance.