She looks in the mirror,
And sighs...
The face has changed with time,
The body is losing it's battle
With gravity, clock, and calendar.
Skin no longer full and firm,
Breasts no longer perky,
Hips widened with age
And children, perhaps,
Belly...
Thighs...
She sighs,
He enters,
He sighs,
Takes her in his arms...
Says,
"You're beautiful, Baby."
Donovan Baildwin