Beauty

I've been called lots of things throughout my 34 years.
Smart, logical, loving...but what I haven't been called has caused me tears.
He says I'm beautiful and I wonder why it is that he's the only one
that's ever said that; surely his mind is gone.

Why does it matter what others think of me?
This one hang up will be the death of me.
The truth is I am married, not dead,
and hearing someone think I am beautiful would surely spin my head.

But I'm not. I wear glasses, freckles, and have birthed four kids.
I'm not easy to look at; even this I have admitted.




I can't even finish this one. There. This is one that is SO close to me that it's knocking my breath out trying to finish it. It's in my head, but I can't write it down. :(