# The Make-Over Poem by Sandra Martyres

She dusted out all the cobwebs,
Ran the hoover across the room.
No more darkness and misery,
She even drew the heavy drapes
And let in some much wanted light.
The smell of must wafted away.

For years the lady had fretted,
Over illusiveness of love.
She'd buried herself in the past,
Until she chanced to see her face,
In one of the few mirrors left.
The stark image shocked her deeply.

Her lifestyle had taken its toll,
Her shiny eyes had lost their sheen,
Her face wore a grey wrinkled look,
She now bore a strong resemblance
To her Gran - unbelievable,
Today she would dust herself out.

She would focus her energy,
On making that dramatic change.
No longer would she avoid sunshine,
She'd put in some extra effort
To try to forgive and forget,
Life had so much to offer her!