This is a gorgeous collection! I love the make up one. That one brought so many memories to mind for me, all the stages my children grew through, each of them so very different from the others. How is that possible? How could it not be possible?

Performing for no one, I love that the poem appeared exactly as you have published it. I usually cannot remember those when I get somewhere where I can write them down. Now I just let them flit in and flit back out. They are yummier to me that way, fleeting, but very much there. Mine and no one else's.

Lovely work.