Playing Dress Up
Playing dress up in your bright red heels
Wearing your lipstick
Along with a strand of pearls
Staring at the mirror
I see traces of you
on my face
when I don make-up
with a whiff of perfume
I see our beauty
in living spaces
That breathes sparkling
jewels passed down from
wrinkled hands
Black and white
framed pictures smiles trickle
down
Dust falling
down
Like twinkle
Twinkle little stars
While Tinklebell's pixie dust
forms Tiara crowns
on sleeping heads
while angel feathers
remember
The lily of the valley
I picked for you Momma/Mom
The May flowers are your
Hope and sweetness
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