I See Her Every Day

I see her every day
in the eyes of a mother gazing on her newborn child
as she realizes the power of love.
I see her every day
in the hands of a daughter, comforting her mother
as she slips her earthly bonds.
I see her every day
in the strength of a wife
caring for her mate in the battle of life and death.
I see her every day
in the courage of a mother
who makes a meager meal of soup become
a grand feast for her children.
I see her every day
in the gentleness toward a stranger
when her heart is in despair.
I see her every day
in the bravery to stand
when so many have knocked her flat.
I see her every day
in the faith to trust again
after her innocence was stolen.
I see her every day
in the drive to be better
than she was yesterday.
I see her every day
in the dignity to age with grace,
but never fade.
I see her every day
in the quiet vulnerability
when her true beauty shines.
I see her every day
in the city, in the field,
in the home, in the street,
in the family, in the lone.
She is strength and courage,
bravery and beauty,
tears and laughter,
dignity and grace.
She is lovely and flawed,
perfect and pained.
She is radiant and shy,
bruised and brilliant.
She is fiery and fierce,
undaunted and unchained.
She is sunlight
She is shadow
She is fantasy
She is life
She is all.
She is you
She is me
She is everything.
She is SHE.