Beautiful Dear

Climbing out of the shower, brushing her shiny dark hair, she winked at me and said— "How do I look?" And I said, You look beautiful, dear.

Dressed in a dark suit for work, glancing at her makeup in the mirror, she turned to me and said— "How do I look?" And I said, You look beautiful, dear.

Picking up the kids at school, checking her buzzing phone in between, she texted me to say— "How do I look?" And I said, You look beautiful, dear.

Planning the dinner to eat, rushing between to catch the news, with tired eyes she turned to say— "How do I look?" And I said, You look beautiful, dear.

Exhausted from the very long day, she lay on the bed with arms around me. Her silent eyes asked me again— "How do I look?"

And I said, You look beautiful, dear.