Red Lipstick

With childlike fascination, I stood in
the doorway, watching her apply a
little powder to her face, a
touch of red to her lips.
But even without this process, her
reflection was flawless. Can I get
this moment again? This discovery of
solace? She carried herself like a
delicate rose – possibly the reason
she cared for the garden like
family. Beginning as a bride, she
walked with grace, wearing satin and
a smile, warming that Milwaukee day.
She loved more than her heart
was capable, and time helped to
recognize the feeling, the power of
motherhood, the joys, the heartbreak, the
worries that never dissipate. I keep
her words wrapped in clarity where
their wisdom is readily available, and
I long to ask questions that came
much too late, to share stories
of her grandchildren. She would delight
in their tales. Perhaps, again someday.

Lauren Scott (c) 2018

49 thoughts on “Red Lipstick

  1. Sheer beauty Lauren, every word. Her love and your love.
    You say ” She loved more than her heart
    was capable, ” , what a wonderful way to describe the extent of her loving
    heart. ❀️.


  2. Beautiful and loving poem to your mother, Lauren. (Reminded me of my own mom…) I do believe we’ll see our moms again someday….but that doesn’t stop us from missing them. Sending a hug πŸ’žπŸ’— and hoping your week is going well so far. πŸ€—πŸ’•

    • Thanks, Balroop. It’s been six years, which is hard to believe. Time either moves slowly or fast depending on what we’re experiencing in life. In this case, it’s going fast, and Dad’s been gone over a year now. But as you said, they are remembered with much love and remain in our hearts. ❀

  3. Lauren, this is exquisite. With the deftest touch you paint a tender image of your mother, her beauty, warmth, love, strength, her wisdom … your poem is a wonderful tribute to your mother and your closeness and care shines out through your words. warmest hugs to you, Lauren xx

    • Thanks so much, Annika. Your words truly warm my heart. I always love reading your comments that always come with such great depth. Big hugs to you, my dear friend, and I hope you have a wonderful weekend, too. πŸ’—πŸ’—πŸ’—

    • Aww, thanks so much, Don. That alone is a complement. I’m also actually on a blog break but occasionally checking comments. So, sending hugs back and wishing you a wonderful holiday!

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