When you are in pain,
put on your best clothes.
Keep looking in the mirror
until your hair is perfect.
No one else's eye will look for you.
No one else's teeth will chew your food.
Not even your left hand will sign your name.
i remember a pic very like this in a challenge ..
and i have Don's book right here beside me at the computer .. so of course i open it to the entire poem ..
the more you read the more permeates .. i'm not a poetry lover but a lot of his words speak to me ...
loving the black and white and the hair falling into the frame .. the empty stroller .. to me means that the mother is carrying her child ..
treasure .. to me means stop worrying about what other ppl think .. your opinion of you is what matters .. notice the self talk and question it .. is it true .. or are they words that you have taken on of other people's .. obviously the latter ..