She is born with a ticked up curl,
Adorable and charming, she's born a girl.
From crawling to falling she learns to walk,
By the age of 5 she purifies her talk.
At the age of 15 she's buried in books,
Seldom at the mirror she admired her looks.
She at 25 is young and strong,
She stares at her journey harsh and long.
She when 35 is a mother of two,
Her...