The eyes of my mother were a color that
enveloped me in her warmth.
The brown rings surrounded me on days
when I needed them the most,
And drowned out any inhibitions
My own eyes found when looking in a mirror.
With #nofilter I am my mother's love,
Her living embodiment of the adoration found
When looking into the innocent eyes of a baby.
My eyes need no enhancement,
No alterations to color or size,
For what they resemble naturally
Comes from her, an irreplaceable connection
That is the purest form of beauty.
I am the reflective heart of two souls who met
And joined together in a miraculous culmination of life.
I am from their skin, their bones, and their minds.
The alterations of any outward appearances affect just that,
Inside there is an untouch(up)able force.
I am composed of the only aspects of my mother left on this earth
The manifestation of who she was,
And I shall display these unadulterated.