My eyes have laid upon beauty once before
The beauty was weak and withering before me
She had no hair
Was nothing but a small frame of skin and bones
Her smile was sad
But her eyes remained strong
Looking at me
I knew that this was a different kind of beauty
An internal beauty
An everlasting beauty
Something you’ll only see once
And as she took her last breath
I’ll carry her beauty
Through me
Her daughter
Author Bio:
Gisselle is a high school senior from Far Rockaway, New York. An aspiring make-up artist, Gisselle is inspired by her mom Mercedes who taught her how to apply make-up and find the beauty in people both on the inside and outside. The poem Her is written in loving memory of Gisselle's mother.
The beauty was weak and withering before me
She had no hair
Was nothing but a small frame of skin and bones
Her smile was sad
But her eyes remained strong
Looking at me
I knew that this was a different kind of beauty
An internal beauty
An everlasting beauty
Something you’ll only see once
And as she took her last breath
I’ll carry her beauty
Through me
Her daughter
Author Bio:
Gisselle is a high school senior from Far Rockaway, New York. An aspiring make-up artist, Gisselle is inspired by her mom Mercedes who taught her how to apply make-up and find the beauty in people both on the inside and outside. The poem Her is written in loving memory of Gisselle's mother.
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