In the tapestry of years unfurled, Three daughters crafted a world, Where love stitched strong in every thread, For the mother whose strength was not led. On paths of thirty-counted dawn, With laughter shared and burdens drawn, The eldest's grace, a gentle balm, In her embrace, she keeps her calm. Through shadowed times when silence spoke, Her steady hands upon the yoke, She nurtured hope in whispered light, A guardian through the longest night. At thirty's edge, she looks behind, To see the strength love consigned, A daughter, sister, gentle guide, And a mother’s pride shining wide.