I look up to the woman before me. With wide eyes I see such beauty. Her textured hands full of beauty and grace, the small black watch fitted over elegant lifted wrist bones. She smiles at me and it reaches her eyes. The wrinkles in perfect form on either side of her mouth. She laughs and it fills my soul. I know behind that laugh is beauty. It is strength. It is long searched for and missed in its absence. It’s her eyes though. The beauty and strength that show in each and every burst of bright wide blue light. The presence of love in every tiny pixel.
It’s her hair. Fixed or unkempt but her color makes me feel joy. Even when the roots grow a little long, I don’t see them, I just see her and just how she wishes her hair looked every single day. She has the perfect figure. It’s soft at times but her hugs are magic. Healing…happy..wonder. She is class. She’s beautiful. Like a magic star in a unicorn sky. She…the most beautiful woman in the world. One day…I hope..I pray…I wish…I believe…I can be just like her.
How I feel about my Momma.
How my daughter feels about me.
Genetics are strong…so is love….
Why doesn’t our vision stay the same, unmasked, untainted when focused inward?
Hoping to see what my daughter sees…for me…for my mom…for my daughter…to show her that today and always she is beautiful. A magic star in a unicorn sky.
