a mother's beauty

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