the girl and her mother

Peek into a glimpse of the past.

Lace your tiny fingers
around the softest hands
you’ll ever know.

cover your pout in rouge
while admiring the creamy pearls
that dangle
from your Innocent frame.

She’s waiting downstairs
to be amazed
by the depth of your loveliness.

you will dance forever in a dress of lace.

Revive your gaze
back to the present,
as you scrape a flake off the chipped polish
from nails that rest amongst callused hands.

Draw a line of ebony across each eyelid
and collect your tattered hair
into a grey ribbon at the nape of your neck.

You can see her
through the blur
in the mirror
dancing in a dress of lace.