Anonymous
High School Student
November/December 2023
My mother is beautiful
As she sits at her vanity, the mirror draws near.
Her eyes catch the light, through her hair, the brush weaves,
A radiant glow, like her cherished autumn leaves.
She shines in the light, from above, so divine,
Her hands on the brush, a rhythm, a sign.
Around the handle, they gracefully twine,
A moment of peace, in this life, she's assigned.
She looks to the past, from a sweet summer morn,
The light through her window, a new day is born.
The birds' joyful tunes, a yellowish glee,
A life unforeseen, but where she's meant to be.
In a world far from dreams, yet happiness gleams,
She rediscovers grace and the youth in her dreams.
She hopes this life will never get old
In this dimension where shes cherished not controlled
A varied scene, her heart beats serene,
No cattle to herd, just the calm and the green.
She remembers to sit, to reflect and to peer,
At the woman she is, in the mirror so clear.
In this place of life, it is so easy to see:
My mother is beautiful
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