By Barbara Castle Hanson
Cape Canaveral Branch, Florida
She stands,
left hand on hip,
before the bathroom mirror.
She applies her eyebrow color,
eyelid and lip liner
with the precision
of a painter of miniatures.
She brushes her hair
upside down
to add volume,
flips it over to smooth, style,
freeze with hairspray.
She steps into
crisp white pants and
coral sandals
to match her soft shirt.
Her armor on,
she summons her woman warrior
steps out
into the world
to face the tests
she’ll encounter today.
Every time I put my makeup on and get ready for my day I think of your poem!
Very nice! I especially like the comparison in stanza 2.