wearing pink

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2009

At two, fingers gripping the edge of the crib,

watching their faces, silent:

“Look at her,” my aunt said to my mother.

“Look at those eyes.

She looks at us as if she were already an old lady, not a baby.”



Before you, I was

(practical).



I knew when love came, I would be beyond

       teddy bears and chocolate hearts;

that I would continue to be unmoved by the tired clichés of

       love songs on the radio;

and that I had long bypassed the silliness of

       “highlighting my eyes”;  pretty clothes and styled hair.



But since you, I find myself

wearing pink

wanting flowers and

dinner with candles

putting on the clothes I know you like

and writing you

love poems.



You make me want to put flowers in my hair;

be a girl, for the first time.



And after twenty-four years of watching

the ‘old lady’ finally become a young girl,

they nod to each other and say,

“Well, she never did do anything in the right order.

Doesn’t she look pretty, though?”

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Jess I 'ca''s picture

I really like this, especially the "eyes of an old lady" and "never did do things in the right order." Maybe they'd both be tired if used on their own, but your combination of the two really makes one reconsider what you wrote.