LOTS OF THINGS MAKE UP A WOMAN
HAIR, LIPS, COMPLEXION FAIR
BUT ALL OF THIS MEANS NOTHING
IF THE SOUL AND HEART'S NOT THERE..
BEAUTY FADES, THE OUTER KIND
A WEARINESS SETS IN, IN TIME..
BUT GOLDEN THOUGHTS INSIDE OF HER
REMAIN, AND MAKE HER SHINE
SHE SEES HERSELF AS YEARS GO BY
A LITTLE "LAUGH LINE" TWINKLES IN
SURPRISING HER ONE DAY WITH MIRTH
AS AGING GRACEFULLY BEGINS
A MOTHER LOOKS AT DAUGHTER, FAIR
SHE SEES WHAT SHE HAD BEEN..
WITH COLOURED CHEEKS AND LIPS THAT BLUSH
LIKE WHEN SHE FIRST, WAS JUST A TEEN
REMEMBERING A LOVE SO NEW
BLOSSOMS IN HER HEART, THEY WERE..
THEY'RE FADED NOW, BUT TREASURED STILL
THE MEMORIES REMAIN WITH HER
INSIDE HER HEART A YOUNG GIRL DWELLS
SHE STILL FEELS PASSION FOR HER MAN
SHE THINKS OF HIM WHEN HE WAS YOUNG
WHEN FIRST HE ASKED HER FOR HER HAND
AS TWILIGHT DIMS THE PASSING DAY
SHE KNOWS THAT BEAUTY DWELLS INSIDE
AN OUTER SHELL MEANS NOTHING
IT'S JUST HER FOOLISH PRIDE
LOTS OF THINGS MAKE UP A WOMAN
HAIR, LIPS, COMPLEXION FAIR
BUT ALL OF THIS MEANS NOTHING
IF THE SOUL AND HEART'S NOT THERE..
for MOM Searose.....Here is your poem..
written by Susan Jane Kahon..December 12, 2001..6:12 pm
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