the other day, my mom came home
as the most beautiful silhouetted figure
at first glance, i said
"mom! you're so beautiful today!"
with her super rosey cheeks
and her shadowy eyes
and full, voluminous hair
in that moment,
she was everything i wanted to be as a woman
beauty unfazed by a difficult day's work
with all the charm and glow still in her face
but then she came into the light
and i saw what adulthood had to offer
what could i say?
the worst thing possible
"Nevermind."
it wasn't the best night for us
in the end, and in the middle too,
i guess there's a unique charm about getting old(er)
i don't know how many roses stay in your cheeks,
or if your hair keeps its shape
but i do know that even when my mom looks like a gorilla
i only see good things