I've always be fascinated with watching women apply makeup.
I ember watching my mother "put on a face" as a child,
I watch my wife getting ready in the mornings putting on
the face she will wear to greet the children coming to school.
On the bus into town I look around and see women busy with
their little mirrors, brushes, applicators and things that look like
a torture machine for eyelashes. When I drove to work it would
terrify me to look in my rear view mirror and see a large Yukon or
Ford Excursion bearing down on me with the drive staring into
her mirror and using something like a pencil to draw around her eyes.
Makeup in the mirror
Seeing a smile looking back at her
stroking the delicate canvass
concealing and revealing all at once
the artist works silent and deftly
with speed and familiarity
creating the image in her mind
with a pallet of colorful dreams
she plans and she schemes
putting on a face that will say
she’s ready for the day
She makes her face up in the mirror
scanning up close and clearer
the looking glass is the first to see
that beautiful woman
an image that is dearer
The true beauty of you,
is in your heart
not on your face