The way she purses her lips.
The sheer concentration.
Getting ready for a new day.
Time for rest after a long day.
Pondering the outcome of what might become of the next day.
The slight smile that pulls at the corners of her mouth.
An appearance worthy of the public.
Ready to work, see others, and live another day.
The lipstick, the mascara, the eyeliner, the eye shadow are all
beautiful.
Her blue-green eyes.
The way they laugh, smile, cry, darken.
They are the eyes of a mother, ready to help, and pick one up.
They've seen the world and are ready to pass it along
to the next generation.
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