She had a legendary kind of beauty
She had beautiful, blackish-brownish eyes
That shone, scintillated, sparkled seductively.
Those almond-shaped eyes needed no mascara,
No make up for they were naturally darkly outlined.
She had a legendary kind of beauty.
Everybody admired her luscious, full red lips,
Carved out by a perfect sculptor, the Creator Divine.
Her long black, bouncy kinky hair was a marvel.
The different styles she'd design in it, incredulous.
She had a legendary kind of beauty.
When her lips spread out into a smile
Evenly shaped, pearly white teeth were exposed,
A pride of her African heritage.
She had the kind of smile that endeared crowds
She had a legendary kind of beauty.
There was nothing extraordinary about her body,
It was curvy and sensuous, the Afro way.
The rose-flavored perfume she always wore
Lingered behind her, intoxicating, drunkening those around.
She had a legendary kind of beauty.
When she opened her lips to speak
A delicate feminine voice would emanate.
She always stood out in the crowd,
Cotton, chiffon, silk. Lace attire gently
Caressed, clung to her curvaceous figure.
She had a legendary kind of beauty.
She had the kind of walk that stopped traffic.
Smooth, shapely legs striding, elegantly poised.
She was the combination of the stars
Moon and sun intermingled.
She meant the world to me.
She was my mother.