my mother told me that
I was nothing but a nymphet,
young, frail and beautiful
with lips tinted with the colour of a rosy floret

my mother told me that
I had turned into a goddess ever so divine
young, shrewd and elegant
with lips tinted with the colour of red wine

my mother told me that
I was a rose that bloomed ever so gracefully
for once I was the damsel in the distress
that became the damsel in the scarlet dress.