Genetics

sadness between sips

the mirror never lies

my bee-stung lips

looking thinner

I pour another drink

to feel mature and wise

 

I find validation

in the features

losing definition

on my mother’s

once-beautiful face

it has lessons to teach us

 

age and genetics

spare no one

A good cosmetologist

might be the friend

who, in approaching winter

brings back the sun

 

Poetics- Body Image at dVerse


8 thoughts on “Genetics

  1. I love the way you describe the sadness in your mirror image as:
    ‘my bee-stung lips
    looking thinner’;
    sadness and age do that to us.
    I too found it hard to accept the loss of ‘definition on my mother’s once-beautiful face’. Her beauty was gradually destroyed by dementia, bit by bit. It’s not so much age but genetics I fear. I try to keep myself presentable with a few cosmetics – I love the metaphor ‘in approaching winter / brings back the sun’.

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