Diana, my strong woman, a journey you’ve embarked,
From a tiny baby bump, to a life that’s left its mark,
Inches tall, with each passing day, you grew with grace,
A delicate flower, in grandma’s garden, taking its place.
I remember when, with childish innocence, you’d play,
Unaware of life’s complexities, in a world of disarray,
But time went by, and with each passing year,
You blossomed like a rose, and your beauty started to appear.
Now a full-blown woman, with responsibilities and cares,
Preoccupied with family issues, and the weight of adult snares,
You’ve navigated life’s challenges, with strength and determination true,
And the naughtiness of youth, has given way to wisdom anew.
But the journey wasn’t easy, with twists and turns along the way,
You faced life’s ups and downs, and found your own path to slay,
And now, with happiness, and a heart that’s full and light,
You’re married, and with my great-grandson, a new life takes flight.
Oh, Diana, my strong woman, I couldn’t be more proud,
Of the person you’ve become, and the life you’ve avowed,
Through trials and tribulations, you’ve found your inner strength,
And your beauty, like a garden, continues to bloom at length.
Your grandma’s garden, where you once played as a child,
Now sees you as a woman, with a story to be told and smiled,
The flowers that bloomed, in your youth and innocence so fair,
Now see you as a strong woman, with a life that’s full and rare.
