No Longer a Child

I looked in the mirror and I saw me. Not someone I knew, but somebody Who wore my clothes, and slept in my room. But I never saw her before. I looked down and saw my shoe. Size eight-and-a-half! It can't be true! The feet that once wore princess sneakers In a tiny size eleven. I looked up to the glass and saw my face. Once cute, now possessing an older grace. The face once smeared with sugar Now accented by rouge. Then I glanced at my hands, once covered in mud Now sparkling with polish as red as blood. Gone is the marker and glitter and glue From hands that we're once so small. Now back to the mirror, I realize I see the world through different eyes. An elevated perspective, a higher view. Because I'm no longer a child.