Beautiful Bittersweet Life Poems

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  • Memories of Mom’s Red Lipstick

    Memories of Mom’s Red Lipstick

    When I look in the mirror, and uncap the lipstick,
    carefully applying the bright red to my lips,
    I picture my mother looking back at me.
    She was not one to fuss with makeup,
    but always applied her lipstick with care.
    Even as she faded with age, her lips blazed.
    And I, who always wore muted colored gloss if anything,
    now boldly wear true red in honor of my mother,
    shining my light for the world to see.