Becky had to write a poem for something. I get confused. She’s always writing something so I’m not sure if this was an assignment for class, for a contest or for the school’s literary magazine. Anyway, being the proud momma that I am, I’m posting it. .
Beauty,
is laughing at jokes that
aren’t even funny,
and dancing to music that’s
older than you are.
It’s climbing a tree
just to see
if you can,
or spinning in circles until
you fall.
Beauty,
is in every smile,
every wish,
every simple daydream.
And yet,
in every tear,
every doubt,
every nightmare.
Beauty is 100 percent you.
