The most beautiful self portraits
I have ever made
are the ones painted
in the softest of pink skin
that freckles in the sunlight
across a tiny nose
under wide
toddler
eyes
they are the ones
whose tiny hands
grow
and take up a form of art
like a talisman
that honors the family crest.
they are the ones caught
in between fits
of giggles
and defying sleep
that freeze time
like a polaroid
capturing
the likeness of me
reflected
perfectly
smudged only
by the stickiness of fruit snacks.
About the Creator
Ellie Hoovs
Breathing life into the lost and broken. Writes to mend what fire couldn't destroy. Poetry stitched from ashes, longing, and stubborn hope.
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