11/28/11

There was a little girl,

Who wanted nothing more,

But to appear to all the world,

As those she'd seen before.

She craved a grown up life,

And things that grown-up's own,

To be a mother and a wife,

And have a fancy home.

Despite all she achieved,

She never really grew,

It isn't what you have, you see,

It's all in what you do:

Like being fair and just,

Not arrogant and vain,

And being someone you can trust,

With both one's joy and pain.

That's how adults behave,

Through kindnesses they choose,

So, still she stands, small and afraid,

Dressed in her mother's shoes.