What Beautiful Is

Carpet on the toilet, soft under my feet.

Light bulbs all around the mirror

Just my Grandma and Me

Do you know what beautiful is?

Grandma closes one eye, then the other

She uses three different colors.

Close your eyes, my Bethy.

Beautiful is your heart.

Grandma makes a fishy face,

And uses her big brush to put on rouge.

Make a fishy face, my Bethy.

Beautiful is your mind.

Grandma chooses a color.

She puckers her lips, and glides the stick over them.

Pucker up, my Bethy.

Beautiful is your smile.

Grandma touches her big poof to my nose.

She closes her eyes, and powders her face.

Close your eyes, my Bethy.

Beautiful is your strength.

Grandma pulls me next to her.

I see our reflections in the mirror,

She winks at me, and I giggle.

You are beautiful, my Bethy.

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