Little rich girl, petite and flawless

beauty, she thinks, is like her doll

Museum-like pristine household

clean, crisp and lightly scented

like citrus groves by the shore

Blink into lovely, imperfect daughter

Smudged pixie nose and cheeks

Saintly mother toils with callused hands

scented by double-shift perspiration

and drops of not-in-budget perfume

True beauty lives on little big hugs

and the magic of frivolity

I love you, Mama makes the day disappear