the
young girl watches
her mother before a mirror
combing out soft curls
gliding red rouge across lips
placing dabs of perfume
upon her neck
the
young girl plays with
pearls dreaming of the day
she will be sitting before
the vanity getting pretty
her mother before a mirror
combing out soft curls
gliding red rouge across lips
placing dabs of perfume
upon her neck
pearls dreaming of the day
she will be sitting before
the vanity getting pretty
- Written for dVerse Quadrille #119-Dabbling in Poetry
This is a touching, tender piece.
ReplyDeleteCute!
ReplyDeleteBeautiful poem! I can feel the dream in this little girls mind!
ReplyDeleteI remember learning from my grandmother and mother to 'dab' perfume behind your ears and on each wrist. This was before spray perfumes existed!
ReplyDeleteSuch a nice family moment. It's good to have such a fine role model
ReplyDeleteI like the use of the dabs of perfume. A good way to test your sense of smell as well during these covid days.
ReplyDeletedelicate and beautiful, Maria. I see them there...
ReplyDeleteYour quadrille reminds me of my mother's dressing table and the way she would sit on the matching stool to apply make-up and perfume.
ReplyDeleteAh yes we girls all want to grow into Diva stage
ReplyDeleteHappy New Year Arcadia. Thanks for dropping by to read mine
Much✨love
A perfect picture of a girl eager for all of the habits of being "grown-up"!
ReplyDeleteThank you everyone 🙂
ReplyDeleteLovely!
ReplyDeleteI couldn't wait!
ReplyDeleteThis is so heartfelt!💝
ReplyDeleteThank you again everyone
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