A little girl clops in mommy's heels, <br />her dress, a floppy hat. <br />The borrowed pearls she's chosen <br />dangle halfway down her back. <br /> <br />Her face a shining rainbow, <br />ruby lips, cheeks tinted pink, <br />blue splashes on both eyelids, <br />powder snowflakes in the sink. <br /> <br />She'll go twirling in a ballroom, <br />a princess with her knight. <br />Or better still, be mommy <br />out with daddy Friday night. <br /> <br />In a child's imagination <br />everything is crystal clear, <br />yet the truth beneath the surface <br />is revealed in mommy's mirror. <br /> <br />That little girl is all grown up, <br />clothes and shoes are now my size... <br />but the mirror of maturation <br />is in my daughters' eyes.<br /><br />C.J. Heck<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/full-circle-12/
