Three Sips of Beauty

Her right hand didn't speak the truth most often,

So she learned to paint and write with the left.

And learning to create again she softened and loved herself again.

Oh, she loved herself again.

And she sips a bit of beauty.

Each day she sips of beauty.

And the pain grows weak with beauty.

So she takes three sips of beauty each day.

~Sara Beth Geoghegan