Nose to the ground

Looking down until you're better

Your mirror lets you see the view

It's a temporary fetter

Determination gets you through

A week or two to be cared for

Is certainly not a big deal

Is there a soul who has shared more?

Give your cells what they need to heal

Knowing you, you'll gain great insights

I surely hope that you will share

Some unforeseeable delights

You find through stillness and a chair

Fun times await you through the year

You're tough to have fit them all in

Continue on with your career

I'm honored that I am your kin.

Tribute (good memories of March)

As promised in the previous post:

You improve my best reflection with you pallette of correction
And I wear a bronze complexion; I glow.  Let me know...

Are you all wizards or are you magicians?
If you're magicians, you are wizzes of magicians!
You make up powers I can't comprehend and my wig reflects the extra time you spend.

You detonate my eyes to magnify their size;
It's such a cool disguise.  For those who knew me: SURPRISE!

I'm a girl who feels like a goddess
Thanks to you artists with your aerosol and iso.
You fix my mind by fixing my make-up.
Imagination fills your overflowing cup!

Now won't you use your stipple sponge
Reload me up with sooty grunge?
Dragons make a mess; wigs redress.

I look smokin' when I'm dying
Oh, burning to the ground!
Thank you make-up gurus, haristyle masters,
My artists and my friends!
Dale in 2012, to the end. <3