Under the sun
Glass of wine in one hand
We chat our lungs away like we mothers of no sons

She's way cooler
I'm warming up
It's the beginning of a countless number of never heard before laughs...
We don't reside here even!
This place of light and happiness...
We from the dusty side of town, where darkness is the new definition of light.

Its never about the struggle
But the new ways around the obstacles along the way.
She goes on and on...
My cerebrum isn't responding.
And the eye finds an opportunity to focus its retina on her smile

Beauty isn't within
It has found its way all over us, inside and out!
There's happiness
Hope and love.
Grandma said that's all that matters!