Locks of luscious brown hair, Covered the white tiled floor, Hazel eyes filled with tears, Tears that didn't dare to slip. Inhaling deeply, she squared shoulders, She wore her strongest smile, After all it was now a war, A battle to fight, A fight for her life. Looked at the mirror, Choking at the reflection, When it seemed too much to bear, A small voice said from the door, "You're still the most beautiful woman, Mum." Thank you for the second prompt from you, Sandeep Singh! Hope you like this one, too. #YQBaba #mum
