I see her everywhere. My mother.
She was a beautiful woman who enjoyed being beautiful. Very often people would comment and tell her that she had beautiful eyes.
She was modern, she wore make-up, she never left the house without lipstick and mascara. But she was loathe to be a "painted lady." She was tasteful, she was classy. Always.
In her later years people would look at her and say, "You must have been one beautiful woman." This naturally annoyed her. Sure she was older, she had her share of sun damage and wrinkles, but she was still beautiful, wasn't she? She was.
She was beautiful.
No comments:
Post a Comment