Women
A flower
So beautiful
That throughout time
She slowly begins to bloom
Slowly opening up to the world around her
And with the slow revealing
Seeing more and more of her beauty
Beacuse the outside
Doesn't matter
As much as the inside does
For we not only help ourselves
But the bees
Our friends
For our pollen we have
But for some
We are cut and trimmed
To be given
To someone special
To make a day
Or to remember
But like all else
Slowly withers
A life
Well lived
But never forgotten
By loved ones