I am Beautiful

He told me yes, I am beautiful

I am as beautiful as God made me.

I would look in the mirror counting, 1, 2 and 3

Eyes, nose, lips and skin all wonderful.

Wonderfully created. I am happy to be.

For the first time so graceful.

I graced the room and he was on one knee.

He told me yes, I am beautiful.

I am as beautiful as God made me.

He took a deep breath.

It was all in the name of death.

And I lay there still as can be.

Nothing can make me move.

Not even a busy bee.