As a child you were like a bumbling bee,
Always buzzing from place to place.
I couldn’t keep up with your tumbling glee,
However, I did always give chase.
As a teen, you were angry with us.
We were keeping you behind.
“How can you treat me thus?”
You asked, as if I was out of my mind.
We had some growing up to do,
I’m talking about both sides now.
Today, we have learned what we never knew
And I am making this fervent vow
I am proud of the woman you are becoming.
Prouder still of who you are today.
The Bee became a flower blossoming,
And I love you more than I can convey.
HOLLOW&FACELESS 