February 11, 2011
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Pint-Size Diva
The Grown-Up In the Mirror
I heard our daughter from out in the hall
laughing and chatting to no one at all
I peeked in our bedroom, only to see
in front of Mom's mirrors, the woman to beShe was deep in her Mother's make-up kit
Too much mascara? Well, maybe a bit
Absorbed in the mirror, she hadn't seen me
watching, and loving, his grown-up wannabe.Scolding a member of her reflective retinue,
hand on her hip like she'd seen Mommy do
Then she deepened her voice, and to my regret,
pretended to smoke one of my cigarettes.A baby-blond tress fled the scarf she wore,
soon to be followed by two or four more
While pretending shyness with make-pretend guys,
then trying on a brassier demeanor for sizeShe danced like Brittany, and sang like Miley
pouted like an actress that she watched on TV
she posed for the cameras, and kissed the air
gave the crowd her profile, then saw me there."Daddy!" She yelled, running straight into my hug
What are you up to? "Nothing", she said with a shrug
"You go wash your face, it's about time to eat."
To the bathroom she ran, Mom's shoes on her feetFrom dressing-room diva to not eating her peas,
is a switch she can make with an innocent ease
In her pretty world, dreams come without fears
She's already my star, at ten weeks and five years.
Comments (13)
Wow....As usual I am in awe of your writing ability. What a great poem!
It's such fun to watch little ones pretending to be grown-ups -- and to see the results, too!
great work
@slmret - I have no idea where this came from; I don't have a daughter, and I don't smoke. The closest experience was this:
I had a girlfriend once whose daughter imitated her perfectly, at two and a half, yet.
Jessica, the daughter, demanded some ice cream before going to sleep. Maggie, her Mother, pointed at her and said, "The best thing for you to do, is get in that bed!".
Jessica pointed back at her Mom, and said, "And the best thing for you to do, is to give me some ice cream!." I laughed myself red in the face.
Mom, however, failed to appreciate the precision, nor did she take it as flattery.
Wonderful....she sounds like an outstanding child.
YAY!
Aww! =)
For not having a daughter, this was remarkably written. I could clearly see the scene in my head. Very nice.
I echo what AE have said. Thank you for sharing!
nice work ... i remember all that "playing like a grown-up" ...
sweet!
The last line choked me up.
For someone who doesn't have a daughter - you nailed the girlie girl aspect of little girls. My grandaughter, not quite two, started trying out her mama's high heels and makeup as soon as she could walk. Love this poem. Peace
Ah, memories.
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