I Remember
  

                                    I Remember, I Remember

            I remember when a child, I lived in the mountains high.

            I remember when I was little and had a doll, from fancy Spain, who was bigger then me.

            I remember as I got older, children would make fun of me because I trembled.

            I remember I wrote about a forlorn and unhappy tree and it became a big hit.

            I remember when my little niece was born so small and dainty and no one thought she would grow up to be the beauty queen

            `                           The Beautiful Lady

            It is a picture of a beautiful lady holding her child. But one can only see the face of the woman, the child is not to be seen but the little one, with a tender smile upon his little lips, sits on his mother’s lap.

            The lady sits regal and is elegantly demure, a queen of true beauty.

            What is her face like? 

            Let us begin with her hair. It is covered with a light blue veil but you can see that her hair is long and ends with curls that come down her shoulder like a small waterfall in rippling curls of golden-blond.

            Her face is oval and fair skinned.  The picture shows us that there are fine lines, in diagonal strokes, on the face of the fair skinned lady which the artist has wished to apply for reasons only he or she knows. There are no wrinkles to be seen on her face because she is young as a rosy apple.

            Her eyes are, in this picture, are lowered and she is looking at her beautiful boy with lovingly blue eyes and that shine with true happiness that he is there with her…. for she knows that, one day and when he is older, he will not always be there with her, sitting on her lap. Her eyes are not alone, they are decorated by fair brown eyebrows and eyelashes of true nobility.            

            Her nose is small and dainty yet straight as a reed and unflinching.

            Her mouth, shaped like a rolling hill and curled at the corners like delicate rivulets have a secretive serene smile, shows only tenderness, compassion and, true love for her child and for all that surrounds her.

            Her prominent chin has a gentle point to the face and shows only the slightest curl going outward.

            Her shoulders, draped by the blue veil, are like two small wings that hover over her beloved child.