PhD Warrior

At fifty-four, you stand with grace,
A heart still daring, a soul that plays,
Like an Olympiad on the final lap,
You push ahead, no looking back.

Through nights of doubt, and days that strain,
You’ve fought through storms, you’ve danced in rain.
But this thesis, like a mountain tall,
Will hear your voice and watch you call.

For every woman whose voice was stilled,
You give them wings, their dreams fulfilled.
In every page, a story new,
Of those unseen, who lived like you.

Your hands, they heal, your spirit flies,
With every line, your wisdom lies.
The women you’ve met, their lives entwined,
In your words, their freedom you find.

So leap, Rosa, into the light,
The world awaits your fearless flight.
The pandemic may have slowed your way,
But now, it’s time to rise, to play.

With Filipina grace, you carve your path,
With spontaneity, with a soulful laugh.
Your journey’s wild, yet full of peace,
A masterpiece that’s never ceased.

You're ready to rock, to take control,
With a healing touch, an artist's soul.
Let the world see your fire burn bright,
As you cross the finish, into the light.

So finish strong, the world’s in awe—
You, Rosa, the warrior we all saw.
In every struggle, you’ve shown what’s true:
Life’s greatest battles are won by you.