In a family of ten, where brothers and sisters throng,
A young girl, tenth in line, with a destiny strong,
Though born in a household, where boys held sway,
She rose above fate, to seize the day.
With age, her shoulders bore the weight of care,
Responsibilities mounted, her spirit unmarred,
She toiled and labored, through dawn and endless night,
The breadwinner, a title, she wore with all her might.
Her hands, so soft and gentle, yet strong and unyielding,
Provided for the family, her love unrelenting,
Through trials and tribulations, she stood firm and true,
A rock, a shelter, a guardian, for her family, anew.
Her story’s a testament, to the power of the human will,
A paean to her spirit, that would not falter or still,
Though the world may have doubted, her resolve unshaken,
She proved herself a hero, in a tale, forever unspoken.
Let her example inspire, generations yet to come,
A shining beacon, of hope, in a world that’s often numb,
For in a family of ten, where she once stood last in line,
She rose to become the pillar, that held them all divine.
Note: This poem follows the story of a young girl who takes on the responsibilities of her family and becomes the breadwinner, despite the challenges and doubts she faces.