My fondest memories are of watching my Mother put make-up on and dress for Sunday morning church. I remember gazing at her while she stared into the mirror perfecting her amazing eyes, cheeks and smile. Her collection of cosmetics and perfume decorating the dresser. It was usual for her to keep and maintain a flawless appearance. She would have it no other way. I constantly wondered why she worked so hard on her appearance if she was naturally gorgeous anyway.
I cannot begin to explain how my Mother's smile lit up an entire room, or how her laugh contagiously spread across anyone who came near. I would see her enter places with the grace of a queen. She would glide through expressing kind words of comfort to everyone. People were drawn to her beauty as if she were a superstar. As if she were Marilyn Monroe. I wondered how she always kept it together.
I have memories of her graceful entrance, she would walk in and people would gleefully glare her way. As she would make her way inside, sometimes, I would stay behind to watch everyones reaction. It was always the same, nothing but smiles.
