Miss Beautiful Me

Miss Beautiful Me

by Samantha Lucille Johnson

August 2017

A painting can boast

of her beautiful self

as she sits for display

on her well-dusted shelf.

She calls to the world,

“Come look now, come see!”

And they come from afar

for “Miss Beautiful Me.”

Yet, with all of her fame

and all of her glory

she can’t take the credit

for painting her story.

For a painting can’t paint

and it can’t hold a brush.

Indeed, without a maker

it’s nothing but mush.

So a painting can boast

of her beautiful self,

but to Him goes the glory,

the fame, and the wealth.

She calls to the world,

“Come look now, come see!

My master, my artist,

made Miss Beautiful Me.”

I wrote this for my very last companion who I love with all my heart. She was always telling me how beatiful she didn’t feel and no matter how many times I told her she was drop dead gorgeous she never seemed to believe me. So I wrote this for her and for anyone else out there who doesn’t feel like they’re as beautiful as I know they are.

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