Who I Will Become

I heard a knock.

A plead and cry.

I turned the lock

and she walked right by.

She stood in front of me-

staring me straight in the eye.

I looked her up and down,

focusing on her white cotton gown.

She is everything I've tryed to become.

I see her read books with glee

and plant ranunculus with a hum

radiantly emerging from her lips, a rhythm I've never heard.

I watch as she exchanges a few

words with a perched bird.

Everything I watched her do,

I knew I wanted to do too-

I want to walk with grace and poise

and speak without making too much noise.

I want to admire all the earthly things

and read books while the giant lyre bird sings.

I want to read and write poems about love

and bask in the sunshine that comes from above.

I will rid myself of who I am

and refine myself into a radiant, rare jem.