Our Mama was really cute
This made other women jealous
She wore her beauty like a suit
Imitators were over zealous

They questioned Mom constantly
But she would never tell them
Beauty secrets she got for free
So she would never sell them

Looking at my daughter's face
Mama's beauty I can see
Her style and her grace
Passed on from Mom through me

My Mama never showed off
She never had a need to
We would have been told off
If that was not what we'd do

Although our Mama is gone
Memories of all that she has done
Linger and will live on
Within her daughter and her son.