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.