Blossoming senior

She is compared to butterflies and flowers always in bloom
Scintillating, sylvan; a fragile budding boon
A captivating blossom one likes to utter a croon
Modest in her talking, from light she shies too soon
This blossoming woman, gives petals to the moon
Comes drawing of the dark, its fragrance makes you swoon

She became the mommy of all
Headed for a certain call
That everybody is fair to her eyes at all
For whatever reason that may roll

She always wanders and asks a lot of question
Because for her life is full of emotion
Most of the time she talk of life's lesson
Golden rules on Earth she follows with passion

Let me reminisce the time we grow fond with each other
It all started with a simple question to one another
That brought us closer together
Because she lifted my spirit with reminders
But even before then, lots of people wonders
Why this blossoming woman is not a poster
But merely just a watcher...
By the likes of bops and allen she was tagged as mysterious reader
Because she was always hanging around in a corner
She felt it's not proper for her to become a commentator
And that she's happy being just a spectator

But Lo! The blossoming woman was forced to say a word
And soon she realized that there is happiness aboard
Staying away from the happy crowd now she can't afford
With her presence in their world no one gets bored

Within the garden of eve lies the blosomming senior
Becoming of age she became everybody's mentor
A good listener, provider of care, sometimes investigator
No wonder she was loved by our dear creator