You called me beautiful;

I wondered what you saw –

Am I beautiful because you remember what I was,

Or do you know what’s deep inside?

I have known you for so many years

And never once

Did you speak harsh words

Or make me feel small

You’re a giant in my eyes –

And you always did know how to

Capture a pick-me-up

With a single word or touch.

We often don’t need to speak –

Just the knowledge that we

Think the world of each other

Is enough.

You called me beautiful –

Not too many have managed

To make me believe it…

But you did.

© M.R.P. 2015

Published by mezruth

I am a wife and a mother of two beautiful and spirited young children, living in Australia. Unashamedly, I am a follower of Christ; He is my daily hope and inspiration. I enjoy dabbling in a range of hobbies ! These include (but aren't limited to) gardening, cooking, making cards, playing piano, singing, writing letters, journalling and walking in nature/ identifying animal species. I find it hard to make time for myself but I'm learning that life is too short and sometimes things must be scheduled in or the days slip away without much change. Family and friends are very important to me and I am happiest when I live my life in community.

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