Where Has the Beauty Gone?

Where Has the Beauty Gone?

I looked into the mirror’s face
And saw an image of a place
Where I was dressed in blue chiffon
A lovely girl who now is gone

For years have taken velvet skin
And flowing hair, now gray and thin
That fingers once adorned with rings
And eyes that flashed of many things

My hands are scarred and full of age
But thy have turned each written page
They’ve felt the softness of a cheek
And lifted up the ill and weak

They’ve cook the meals and worked the soil
And show the marks of endless toil
They’ve dried a tear ,caressed a man
And that’s the beauty of my hand

My feet are calloused from the road
The heavy burden of my load
They walk the sands for many a mile
And paced a step down weddings aisle

They’ve dangled freely in a stream
While I conceived my greatest dream
They trekked the journey ‘til complete
And that’s the beauty of my feet

My face is weathered, but defines
Trouble’s creases, laughter’s lines
The mirror only shows the skin
But hides the spirit deep within

An aging face the truth defies
Unless you look into my eyes
And see the beauty of a flower
A heart that beats loves splendid power

My spirit in the years has grown
And holds a beauty of its own
And spread its joy in fragile deeds
For I have planted life’s sweet seeds

The hands, the feet, the eyes the face
Of ones who’ve taken mother’s place
To nourish children of their own
And leave their beauty etched in stone