Double Dose of a Metaphorical Flower

There are two sides to every flower, that give the power
When we look at this gym we see a bright green strong partition of the flower
Oh it's something to admire
Just the simple idea that all the nutrients gets carried and transformed into food energy for the rest of the flower
It allows for the bulbs to blossom into big butterfly colored beauties
Don't you see how a flower can't live an hour without a strong green stem gleaming in the sunlight
You won't let your bulbs open until we have matured just right
Not that we put up a fight
You know say you're the route that stems all evil
But you A flower that contradicts that say when this hour
But, if you're the stem that starts sending good nutrients then you will produce good that comes out.
I hope that I didn't mess that up for you.
You work behind the scenes no one sees your beauty except for me and you.
You just watch your three blossoming ballrooms grow.
And do something no one could imagine.
But in the center of all of us is still a bit of you that we can all love and trust.
It's that nice warm serene smell and taste of nectar
That makes the story so much better.
Because the only way a bulb can get it's nectar is through the strong stem.
There's a piece of you that the bulbs will always carry with them.
Let's hope that our electric does not did tainted and we always show where we came from
And we will always allow the bees to come and get some.
Because I know me I want to share you with the whole world because you have done so much for me.
Can't you see.
You're my strong supporting stem.

But that was only one side of this metaphor
It's time to open the door.
To the possibilities that the stem is much more.
Rather than being the stem you can be the flower itself

The flower shows elegance and beauty
Standing upright in the sun.
With many facets branching off of itself.
You are the jack of all trades master of some.
Your traits branch out for an wide
While I sit by your side.
If you look at the complex integral part of each bulb
This puzzle could possibly be solved.
As you look at the end of workings of a bulb
You see that it has many ruffles in the layout of your intricate petals
All the different facets and sides of you are held in the weaving of these pedals
It's an art to how you are made.
I just feel safe being the nectar and the pollen that comes from the anther
I am much you produce I dwell inside of you.
When light shines on me I hope I am bright as can be
I hope when bees take my pollen they give credit to you for what you do.
And I hope when the season comes when my pollen spreads I am able to produce as much good as you.

There are two major facets to a flower on the outside that we see
There is the strong stem.
And the elegance and the beauty of the petals with the pollen.

My mom can represent both of them so complementary.
But there's so much more to a flower on the inside that we don't even see.
All the inner workings to make things possible for you and me.
Sometimes I don't know how you feel on the inside mom, but what you portray on the outside is just beautiful.
And without a strong stem to hold the blossoming bulbs in place I don't know where I would be right now.
So I just want to say thank you with all my heart and my pollen.
♠ ♠ ♠
A Freeverse poem for my mom