My mother reclined on the sand, long legs extended
Shying away from the camera
Water droplets drying on her black one-piece bathing suit
Her cigarette held just so
While we kids splashed about in ice cold water
She was beautiful, but never knew it
No one ever told her; I believe they thought she understood
But she never did.
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Thank you!
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Beautiful.
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Thank you!
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You are very welcome.
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Oh sigh…I know this too well. Generations of women know this too well.
Beautiful.
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Thank you!
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We always assume that people know the good things about themselves and so we don’t need to tell them.
Why is it that we don’t make the same assumption about the bad things?
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Good question!
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I hope you don’t mind me linking to this post in something I am putting up in the next couple of days.
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Not at all! I’d love that
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