Mommy

Smear on the pale foundation,
Little boy watches mommy's personal creation,
She is getting ready for some sort of celebration,

On goes the lipstick, then blush,
She puts black on her eyes, then wipes it with a brush,
Mommy begins to look different in her rush,

Mommy turns around to the little boy,
Her disguised face shows joy,
To herself she said, "This may actually be a night that I enjoy,"

The little boy has a puzzled look on his face,
Mommy walks to him with grace,
Then pulls him into a soft embrace,

"Where is my mommy," little boy yells,
"I'm right here silly,"she chimes like sweet bells,
"No! you're not my mommy," he yells at her,

He looks at her, "You don't look like my mommy,"
He smells her, "You don't smell like my mommy,"
"You aren't my mommy!"

Crying she leaves the room,
After awhile, a woman comes into the room,
Her face is wet, and blotchy red, and she had a broom,

But what the little boy saw was,
The creator of games and "'house laws'",
His best friend, who loved to play cars,

He saw his mommy; as she twirled,
He saw the most beautiful woman in the world,

Little boy smiled and ran to the mommy he recognized,

His face beamed as he hugged,
"Hi mommy, I missed you," he said to her