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You play with Mama's perfume
out on the patio
spraying yourself with raindrops
splattering yourself with the goodness
of a rose or lily.
I am in bloom, Mama, see, she says,
walking into the kitchen,
trying to act so grown-up.
Mama, you see? Mama smiles and nods. One day Mama will
smile and nod just like this when her daughter has become
a woman, so tall and proud,
standing before a room full of people
just like herself as someone asks for a lily,
amd then she will be saying, Yes, I am she.
out on the patio
spraying yourself with raindrops
splattering yourself with the goodness
of a rose or lily.
I am in bloom, Mama, see, she says,
walking into the kitchen,
trying to act so grown-up.
Mama, you see? Mama smiles and nods. One day Mama will
smile and nod just like this when her daughter has become
a woman, so tall and proud,
standing before a room full of people
just like herself as someone asks for a lily,
amd then she will be saying, Yes, I am she.
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