woman's cares
brushes her hair
blow-drys it clean
high-lights,trims & perms
waiting for satisfaction
patience has taught me
my mom's job is hard
making everyone look beautiful
know how to say in a comfortable way
to come across and convey
beauty is in the eye of the beholder
the language she uses
has to be said in a way
honestly and the facts
said with sympathy
beauty-shop talk
walk-ins welcome
I sit and watch
so patiently,teaching me...tolerance
enduring trying circumstances
from a young woman's expectations
of how her hair should look
this is what I will say
when I get home
a meaningful design
of beauty & wonderment
...my poor mother...
has to pretend
try and make amends
weaving & mending
colors for a high-light
step outside into the light
working her afternoon away
fingers to the bone
I sit at the shop alone
waiting to spend time together
I want her to know I know
what she goes through
does she know what beauty is anymore
has the many years of doing this job
made her jaded trying to make ends meet
paying the bills,standing on her feet
I love my mom
I know what love is
it's understanding
knowing the truth
I am loving this person who made me
I like the thought of that
shows me where I'm at
how far and how much I have grown
I mean so much to her
I won't let her down
lonesome hopeless feelings
may abound,she wants me around
when these feelings slip and drop down
my mom is my best friend
and she is a real friend
unconditionally
her love sets me free
she promised to love me
her love sets me free
I try and make it easy to love me
her love sets me free
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