a gril spoke to her mother in a shiny morning " I wanna be like you, tell me some thing mom... you always look beatiful." the mother answered, whit her thoucing gaze and smile
"speak words of kidness for attractive lips,
spread your sincere smile on the eart for dimple on your cheek,
see always the good people for lovely eyes,
share your food with the poor for a slim figure,
count your prayer of adoration whit them,
for lovely caving fingers,
wash it in every change of time for white bright face,
"my daughter...
"physical beauty fades a way with time but beautiful deeds hold true even after death."