When I Look In The Mirror

When I look in the mirror
And my face I see--
I see a woman of average
Intelligence and capability.

Born of Scotch-Irish
And German-Bohemian descent,
I was strawberry blond as a child,
Now it's more a reddish brown tint.

My Mom is a redhead,
My Dad was a blond--
In order to be seen,
I have to put makeup on.

I have blue eyes,
And the Slavic square face.
I've had compliments on my skin--
That must be the Celtic trait.

I've been told that plain
Girls are the best.
I've also been told I'm attractive.
Which is correct is anyone's guess.

I can cook a meal,
No one would go hungry.
I was told if that's all it took--
I'd have been married at twenty.

There is nothing I find
Remarkable about me.
My friends tend to fuss
And completely disagree.

I learned from my mother
What's right and what's wrong.
At work, I'm one of the guys--
We'd joke and get along.

I try to be helpful,
And compassionate.
Some people have problems,
I've had similar to that.

I've been told I'm a
Nurturer and a comforter
By friends I know.  I guess I'm just
God's child, and my Mother's daughter.