Look Again

Look at that, my child
What do you see?

High heels and make up
A pretty Queen bee.

Look again, blind child
Look at her walk.

Ah, it's not as confident
As her fluent talk.

Observe her with your mind
Look at her sway.

It's trembling and weak
Someone has passed away.

Look at that again, my child
And what do you see?

I understand, mother...
I'm looking at me.