Am I lovely she ponders, tattered and torn.
Effortless beauty, so real this morn.
Gracing my garden, I sip coffee in awe.
How such a lovely lady so stoic, can be all that I saw.
She’s more lovely than roses, more peaceful than rain.
She’s the beauty in my garden, etched deep in my brain.
~ L. Davis
(For all the lovely women out there who, through scars, nicks and chips, prevail.)