Life As Art

After a nice shower and lotion applied to her body

She slipped on her pretty little gown.
Her frail hands reached into the drawer for her lipstick.
As she traced her lips with color, her frail hand almost failed her.
A little color for her eyebrows and maybe a different color added to her lips.
I watched my mom in the mirror as she looked at herself practicing the rituals of a woman and I saw her for the first time as a woman and not just my mom.
It was bedtime.
Lost in that moment of feeling good that the natural next thing to do was to put on the color.