night

here ya go Deb

Beauty

Through the years
she came to believe:
Beauty withers,
Hope dies
And dreams betray.

As the years passed,
her physical beauty
was replaced
by lines of
care and understanding
and a look of intelligence.
She often looked at people
as though she had
some great secret
that nobody else
could understand.

Her hope was
not forsaken,
but instead redirected.
Her hope was
no longer for herself,
but for her children to
become everything she hadn't.

Her dreams
were shelved,
to be handed on
to her children
like a precious family heirloom.
She dreamed now
of their future
and of all the things
they would achieve.

Her beauty was
replaced by
something deeper,
something that went
beyond the skin
and into the soul.
And upon further reflection,
she not only changed
her view of the world
but also came to
understand herself.

Awww Lisa thank you thank you thank you....That was so beautiful.....I am balling.....Your a tremendous talent.
I wish you would post this in poetry.....Im still crying.....

I am always around

no need to be pissy, just say hi to missy

kitten