True Beauty

Beauty is in the eye of the beholder
The truth if ever it was spoken
But beauty isn't bleach blond hair
It's the strength of someone broken

It's the smile of that little boy
Whom cancer ravaged inside
It's in his parents silent tears
Which they don't try to hide

It's in the freedom of a prisoner
Held captive in innocent light
When true justice is finally served
The system gets it right

It's in the kindness of a neighbour
Helping the woman next door
She's just lost her husband
Age finally won the war

It's in the fragility of flowers
On a rainy day in June
And in the song of bluebirds
Soft love songs they do croon

It's in the drawings from daddy's girl
Drawn by a soldiers daughter
She's wearing a little pink dress
It's like the one he bought her

It's in the elderly couples hands
Held together in many embraces
It's in the true expression of love
Written on both of their faces

It's in the uncontrollable joy
Of a child with gifts on Christmas day
It's never happened to him before
Not since his parents went away

It's in the sober smile of a father
Who's life was blighted by drink
But the fear in his baby's eyes
Caused him to stop and think

It's in the sense of forgiveness
The peace that ends the fight
It is in the twinkling stars
That sweetly adorn the night

It is found in the grateful eyes
Of a newborn baby's mother
It's in the delight of a little girl
For the first time seeing her brother

It is in the reunion of family
The wiping clean of slates
The accepting hug of father and son
Tension evaporates

Beauty isn't soft red lips
Or skin as white as snow
Beauty is found in true emotion
This everyone should know.

I.Sparrow