Routine
There are things about me nobody sees
Squatting over a tedious chore
Belly muscles relaxed and face askew
Not enough deodorant applied to mask
Hair a nest, not brushed enough to please
These are the moments I think of death
When no one will have witnessed my humanity
But these are the tiny morsels of time
That connect the minutes of me to the rest
Of the test of family and familiarity
I’ll take the majesty of these private moments
To have truly tasted the tidbits of my mortality
— by April Resnick
Woman Squatting by Edgar Degas
sometimesihatemycat 
The mundane and the mortal. Captured.
Glad you think I captured those things, that was my intent because I have certainly lived them. Thank you.
I think you looked absolutely beautiful!