Fifty-Fifty

I have my mother’s smile and ears.

When I am with my mother I am often told look like her.

We laugh and talk and are about the same height.

She looks like me, but older then I.

I look like her, but taller than she.

She likes Math, but I like English.

I am quite messy while she is quite tidy.

She likes to explore so she’ll plan it all out, and I guess that I do that too.

I bake and she cooks.

She gardens and I draw.

 

But, I’m fifty-fifty

 

I have my father’s eyes and nose.

When I am with my father I am often told I look like him.

We laugh and talk and are not too far in height.

He looks like me, but male.

I look like him, but female.

He likes dogs, but I like cats.

I am good at art while he is not.

He likes to hunt and fish, and I guess I like that too.

I study and he works.

He eats and I run.

 

I am equally my mother as I am equally my father.

This poem is about: 
My family

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