There is a flower that is growing
It has no stem but will grow big.
The center of this flower has the eyes for you.
No petals to hole the beauty in
Nevertheless, is the prettiest you ever seen.
You may have one or there maybe more
However, the flower is always there.
You tell the flower that it is pretty
But you really are saying, daughter, I love you.
Because you're my sweet flower and no one has one like you