Ask me


When I was in Kindergarten, 

my teacher asked me what I wanted to be when I grew up

And i said,”Pretty.”

And the girl in the mirror shook her head.

When I was in sixth grade,

 my father asked me what I wanted to be when I grew up 

and I said, “Popular.”

And the girl in the mirror frowned.

When I was a mother, 

my daughter asked me what I wanted to be when I grew up 

and I said, “Perfect.”
And the girl in the mirror sighed.

One evening 

when my  looking glass bloomed full of silver haired wisdom 

I caught that girl looking at me as I walked by

so I asked her, “What is it you want to be when you grow up?”

and she answered, “Myself.”

and then she smiled at 

me

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