Makeup work (poem/book#1)
Flourish
Makeup Work
– A father’s love
You look like an artist
And
your face is your canvas –
The
way you put on your makeup
Is
like mother nature’s designing
Of
the aurora borealis.
It might seem strange for me to
Compliment
you on your makeup,
Especially
because I am the one who
Would
go through great lengths
To
remind you that your beauty is within.
And
it’s true you know, the makeup,
I
don’t believe you need it,
But
I am trying to see the good in everything –
As
you see it.
I’m letting go of the
brushes
That I use every day to
define life
And instead, I’m opening
myself
To seeing things from your
perspective.
So effortlessly beautiful,
As you are, as you choose to be,
With
or without your makeup,
Your
beauty radiates through your compassion for others
And
your gift in encouraging others to be their best Selves.
You
are a modern-day Rembrandt,
Picasso,
a Marina and Frida Kahlo
And
yes, you can sharpen your pencil
(If
you’d like),
But your blank
canvas is complete.
Your
natural beauty is error free.
Love,
as you are, you are a precious work of art.
You,
your mind, heart and soul,
Today
and every day,
To
me, are more than beautiful.
Flourish
The makeup complements you really well. – Love, Dad
Have you read: A Kind Act?
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You did it! Your self-authorized voice is both mighty and lovely. Thank you for being you. Thank you for your existence. Thank you for your leadership.
With Admiration,
fern the poet