Mum greeted everyone with a blooming smile,
lips frosted pink, applied and blotted
before leaving our top floor flat.
I used to delve into her make-up bag,
untwist precious tubes and smear
mouth, cheeks and chin with colour.
I learned to love carmine caresses
of creamy lipstick, blotted with kisses,
or left steaming on cups in restaurants.
But during this pandemic year,
my lips have been left cold and bare,
and I’m longing to dress up a bit,
with ‘fuller fig’ applied to lips,
and make my big escape.
Kim M. Russell, 15th April 2021
My response to NaPoWriMo Day Fifteen
We’re halfway through April and NaPoWriMo 2021, and today’s prompt from Juan Martinez asks us to think about a small habit picked up from one of our parents, and then write a piece that explores an early memory of our parent engaged in that habit, before shifting into writing about ourselves engaging in the same habit.