Tackling Number 3

I felt so haggard that night and you asked me such an odd question “mom, do you ever wonder what you really look like?” You told me that you think about that a lot what you look like if you were looking at yourself. You were watching me read and thought of how beautiful I looked and you wondered what it would be like to see you. “You can never really look at yourself” you said. How true, I thought, on so many levels. I detected your insecurity how you don’t think you are pretty how when I tell you how beautiful you are you just don’t believe it because seeing is believing and if you can’t see yourself you can never really believe in yourself therefore, you don’t exist. But let me tell you this single truth no gold on earth compares to the gold in your eyes they sparkle unlike anything I have ever seen the sun in its brilliance can’t match them or the warmth that I feel when you look my way the fact is that your eyes are beautiful in a physical sense but they hold fire and it makes me wonder at the depth of your strength when I look into your eyes I see eternity and it’s beautiful not like the sky like pure light golden and warm Sunshine, that’s how I see you that’s what you look like if only you could see