Her daydreams caught
In glamour’s trap.
An airbrushed facade
smiles from magazines
drugging her
with misconception.
Plastic surgeon
on speed dial,
frantic call made
to morph her into
the latest icon.
Truth in the mirror
speaks to her.
She has her mother’s eyes,
her father’s nose,
her grandmother’s smile.
A genetic love letter
to recall them
now that they are gone.
She wraps her heart
around her memories and
with a smile she realizes
it is time to say goodbye
to trying to become
a plastic version of someone else.
©Susie Clevenger 2011
Carry on Tuesday
Comments
to recall them
now that they are gone."
I felt the overwhelming sadness in those lines. When such a person finally gets children with her own genes, will she think they are not beautiful?