Mom's Perfect Aplomb
She was thin as a reed and straight as a stick
her figure a pencil, a frail candle wick
Head bowed, she would walk the halls of high school
shamed by firm-breasted girls, oh-so-cool
Yet her Mom stayed composed, an oasis of calm
told her daughter, "Lay low now," with perfect aplomb
Fighting back tears, the young lady assented
with her heart tied in knots, truly tormented...
Years passed, sure enough, the daughter had bloomed
the most beautiful co-ed in any university room
Yet her Mom stayed composed, and with perfect aplomb
reminded her daughter to remain very calm, for
Beauty's only skin-deep; one's looks someday fade
Life tests those fibers that are not ready-made
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