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Tuesday, April 27, 2010

For My Mom


Mama

The physical features of the face and body attract judgment like a magnetic force. The more beautiful the person, the more attraction received. It is when you get to know someone that your judgments untie themselves loose. A gorgeous face and body can become a beautiful person or a more ugly one. It is not only through getting to know someone, though, that you pick up on different things about them. Through observation one can obtain more information than through social procedure. It is true when someone says that actions speak louder than words. Somebody can say one thing about him or herself, but do the total opposite. It is easy for someone to say things about themselves to make them seem or feel better. It is not only their physical features, but also more so their actions that actually define them as a person.

Her eyes were neat puddles of a grey and blue color. A little pupil manned the center of each. When she blinked the color disappeared. Her skin danced with traces of the sun. Her smile could make anybody’s day brighter. She had two very neat rows of teeth, pearly white. You could tell that she took pride in taking good care of them. Thin pink lips outlined her smile. She didn’t only smile with her lips and teeth, but she smiled with her eyes. Her eyes contained the happiness that warmed her heart. She had a young face. People didn’t know her very well always guessed that she was younger than what she was. This beautiful fact was not a result of makeup either. She wore very little makeup. She only highlighted those pretty eyes with minimal makeup and on special occasions wore a little more than normal.


Her beauty was more than physical, though. She had this way about her that made her so appealing. You could tell by the way she was looked at that her daughters idolized her. And it was obvious through the way she treated them, too, that they were her world. When she hugged them she did it with two arms because what is a hug with only one arm anyways? When she told them that she was proud you could hear it in her voice and it was no question to them that she actually was. She never let them go to bed at night without saying “I love you. Have happy dreams.” She would even run down the hall in the morning in her pajamas, or lack there of, to make sure her girls were up before she got into the shower. She is unselfish; isn’t that a part of what love is? Unselfish. She conquered loved. Her daughters always came first. She might even find a t-shirt she likes and contemplates buying it, but in the end she puts it back. Even though her two oldest are pretty much grown she thinks of her girls first. It’s no question; she’s an admired woman.


As the famous sayings is: “There is not enough time in the day.” She feels exactly the same. She is like an ant busy at work before raindrops let down from the sky. She has pretty feet. When her toes aren’t polished they are clean of any color at all. They are soft, but they are tired. All day long, her feet support her. Covered by black matte clogs, her feet still ache. She is tired from her long days. If you peered into her mind you would find mini doctors scurrying about, a recipe being added to a cookbook, several loads of laundry hung out on a clothesline, a running vacuum cleaning out the dust, a city of kitties in a kitchen, a book turning its pages and sometimes a bottle pouring wine or a pot pouring coffee. There is no question, she is a busy woman, but she does it because she cares. She takes on tasks that add up to ten feet, eight inches in height, doubling her own. She is petite, but she is one hell of a strong person.


She is more than a mother. She is a mom. She is my mama. She brought me into this world and put all of her hard work and time into loving me. Not only do I mean so much to her, but also she means the world to me. Normally people consider friends those people whom are not related to you. That isn’t a great definition of a friend, though, because my mom is the best friend I have ever had. She is more than a gorgeous face and figure. She is a beautiful person. Even though it’s hard for her to sometimes feel this way, she truly is one of the most beautiful people I know. Her humble ways sometimes get in-between her and her reflection.

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