Sometimes
she needed to see
herself through
the eyes of others
when all around her
are well-manicured
polished and proper
ladies of wealth
ot pretending to be
in diamonds and gold
carrying purses
that cost far too much
Most days she looked
in the mirror
and liked what she saw
laughed at the changes
age had bought on
chose her jewelry
as talismans
treasures given
by those who
loved her
just the way she was
a wild flower
raw honey
in well worn boots
and frayed jeans
on the days
she wasn’t barefoot
and fancy free
she gave love
truth and beauty
kissed the wounds
of many
and wrapped her arms
good and tight
around
all those that came
close enough
to catch the scent
of raw honey
mixed with chocolate
and coconut.
đź’—Jeanna’ Mead
7 42 a.m. 9/29/17
http://www.jeannasoul.com
because Randy left the door open…again!
