If only she were dressed in white
and held her mother's hand too tight.
And smiled at the bumblebees,
and asked for, "A cookie please."
Now she wears her skinny jeans
and falls in love with piercings.
Ink just below an olive tone
shows mother where the years have gone.
"I'm not a baby, mama,"
she smiles at the phone.
"I need to live my life now,
I promise I'll come home."
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