Ode to "the girls"

You once looked up to the sun with a smile and fierceness.
You walked with your head held up.
It is didn't matter whether you sported an A or a Double D.
You knew who you were
But of late your countencance has been glum and sad.

Like a weeping willow tree you droop your head.
You seemed to have lost the luster you once had.
What happened?
A little one that needed your maternal goodness?
Perhaps the wisdom of your years have drained you
Maybe you met with ailment
Maybe you are perfectly fine but this imperfect world has warped your mind

Once perky and bright
Now frailer and light
Regardless of your apperance and why,
the work you do makes me thrive.
How you've nourished, how you've loved, and have been loved.

And I just had to write your this corny ode for my precious doves!