In Her Arms, Through Every Storm

She came like dawn, the eldest sun,

The first of three, our battles won—

Before we knew the world was wide,

She stood for us, our guard, our guide.

With gentle hands and steady grace,

She mothered us in childhood’s place.

Through every storm, through fear and fright,

She carried me that cyclone night.

In '99, the skies had cried,

But in her arms, I stayed and dried.

The winds may howl, the dark may fall,

But she stood tall—and braved it all.

Oh, Lucy, strong with silent might,

One glance from you could set things right.

A single look, a quiet stare,

And all our secrets laid out bare.

Nothing escapes her watchful eyes,

She sees through silence, truth, and lies.

Yet in her heart, there burns a flame

Of love that always speaks our name.

Now she is wife, and mother too,

Still holding more than most can do.

But in our hearts, she stays the same—

Our shelter, star, our sweetest name.

So here’s to her, our guiding sea,

The best there was, and’ll ever be.

In every path and memory spun,

She shines forever—our Only One.