she looks in the mirror
grabs her face cream
and as she applies it it down her neck
she looks at me and smiles
"don´t forget your neck" she says
otherwise only your face will stay young

since i can remember she was beauty
everyone always told me
but i was never her
i didn´t have her long hair or nails
that easy smile and grace  

"you know my lips used to be just as full"
she says showing me old pictures
"i used to have fuller hair too"
she says stroking my hair
but i don´t anymore

It almost feels like a contest
you look skinny she says
i didn´t eat today she says
my mother is beautiful
but she doesn´t see it anymore

sometimes i forget she is more
more than just beauty
more than just my mother
who always carrys grace
that she is a person

my mother just turned fifty
"does this make me look fat" she asks
"do i look old" she asks
sometimes i believe she forgets too
that she is more than her beauty
that she is a person