Full Circle

A little girl clops in mommy's heels, her dress, a floppy hat. The borrowed pearls she's chosen dangle halfway down her back. Her face a shining rainbow, ruby lips, cheeks tinted pink, blue splashes on both eyelids, powder snowflakes in the sink. She'll go twirling in a ballroom, a princess with her knight. Or better still, be mommy out with daddy Friday night. In a child's imagination everything is crystal clear, yet the truth beneath the surface is revealed in mommy's mirror. That little girl is all grown up, clothes and shoes are now my size... but the mirror of maturation is in my daughters' eyes.