While applying my make-up I looked into the mirror
not recognizing the young face that I used to take
I searched for the young woman that I used to be;
quite beautiful and enchanting.
Age is changing my features and adding lines to my
face much to my dismay.
Does this make me more mature and natural looking
as they say?
I search my face for who I used to be and what I looked
like back in the day.
The days when raising my children was my love of life
The days that I didn't have time to notice the beautiful
face that I once had but let it slip away without even
acknowledging the beauty that I felt.
I felt beautiful sharing my life and love with my children
and forgot to see what I looked like, now making my heart
Life has a way of changing things, it quickly does it's magic
or so it seems.
Memories of a beauty whose face once just beamed.
Where did I go? Who did I become? How do I erase the lines
creeping upon this face?
Smiling, I make a mental note to call my Plastic Surgeon for
one more session of Botox to put my smile back in place.
Written by: Tamara Lesley
my novel can be found at: www.Amazon.com, title: A Chosen Journey