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Looking past the trappings

Pushing aside adornments and status symbols

So often you find under all the toys

There hides

A little boy.

Imagine my surprise 

When I find the one who holds my hand

Bears no resemblance at all

To a boy

And is indeed a man.

And now my world is torn asunder

And replaced with awe and wonder

In my quiet time alone

Within the heart that is my own

I find I am a woman grown.