Some shine brighter than others,
-More so than mothers,
In the eyes of an admiring elder,
Whose love had never faltered,

Smaller once, now a blossoming fruit,
A jewell, to behold, to tout,
No hardened edge, a perfect cut,
A billion more, He couldn't put,

Artistic flair, used so loosely today,
But enthusiastic beauty suited to
No-one less,
The rest can't be best,
They fail to own that grace,
You possess,
Sweet Eighty-nine, brought 
A great gift,
A charming soul,
Who's warmth gives a lift.