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