By Katje Kaase

The curl on her forehead

Blew backward

You could see her face

One eye drooped

And the rosy blush

Made her glow

And someone said

She was beautiful

A scribbled design,

Never one to be bold,

She painted by number

From one to seventy

Inside her frame

The digits reversed

Faded or flowed

But her painting sold

And, indeed,

She felt beautiful

December, 2017