She walked as a tiny tot with little feet,
Gentle, smiling, and ever so sweet,
She grew with flair and grace,
Rosy lips adorned her face.
She ran as a teenager with adult feet,
Still gentle, smiling, and far too sweet,
She grew with rushed adolescent dreams,
Embracing a body fraught with screams.
She walked as a woman with “borrowed” feet,
Gracious, smiling, and accordingly sweet,
She arrived with maturity’s head,
Denying a mind so easily led.
She walked as a woman with adult feet,
Graceful, smiling, and honestly sweet,
She was full grown with a gentle heart,
Embracing a body of which she was part.
She had Evolved…