A Lady I Know

I saw a lady I had known as a girl, A gem in natures' collection, a real special pearl. The girl has become a lady, a classy one at that, Whether decked in a tiara or a funny, faddish hat, But, a lady for sure, one to behold, Some glow into maturity, some just grow old. Beauty is not escaping, a rose will always be a rose, Beauty goes much deeper, that is why it glows. Whatever life deals, however it may unfurl, Know this, daughter of mine, you'll always be my girl.