Caramel and golden hairnot from a boxbut from genetics wedidn’t know we could produce.Legs that reach the cloudswhere her mind spends mostof its time.She shines withradiant smile and apple cheeks.But her chestnut eyesdon’t sparkle as her image reflectsback to her.Her smile fades untilshe frowns.Her beauty hidden fromher pre-adolescent eyes.I fold her underneath my chinwrapped snuggly within my arms,she doesn’t know her charmher gracehow much I wish I had her face.But then she whispers up to me,“Why can’t I be pretty like you are?”She doesn’t see the extra weightthe lines settling into place,she sees the person I am insidethe kind heart I never try to hide.I point out all her perfect featuresher warmth, her loveher slender silhouette.But never will I forgether reminder that I often neglectto see the beauty within me,just as I remind her to see.
Just wandering around goodreads and found this. Beautiful poem. It really touched my heart. Do you still write?