Mother!

              By: Alyssa Carter

Mother, as a young child, I treasured you.

Mother I would look up at you with my glazed over eyes.

I would watch you enhance your natural beauty.

The mascara brush curving around your eyelashes.

Mother, the pencil you would use to enhance your already plump lips.

Colored powder made of dyed talc that you’d sweep over the eye lid

to bring out your big brown eyes.

Mother, I will not lie by saying you look as if you have not aged a day.

Mother, those fine lines around your eyes from the years,

remind me of those years of laughter.

Mother, you may not love the stretch marks on your hips that reach around grabbing at you butt

or the the ones who have made a home on your inner thighs.

But mother those marks on your skin,

I will always be grateful, for they are a constant reminder

that you carried me in your whomb.

Mother, you gave me life

Mother, you are BEAUTIFUL!