“My Mother, My Fire” 
She faced four strokes and still stood tall,
When life tried hard to take it all.
We nearly lost the world we knew,
But she held on—and pushed right through. No wealth, no ease—just grit and grace,
Still fighting with a smiling face.
Now healthy, strong, she walks again,
A warrior born from deepest pain. Her strength became my daily drive,
The reason why I strive and thrive.
When people ask what fuels my flame,
I simply say—it’s my mother’s name. She lit the path, inspired the climb,
Through every course and testing time.
Now I rise, with purpose clear,
A bachelor in Health Wellness Rehabilitation— her strength brought me here.
With a minor in Psychology as my guiding light,
I’ll help others reclaim their fight Love you Ma, We did it ❤️