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.