Sweet Eighty-Nine

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.