Monday, March 17, 2014

Almost Twinsies

We are almost Twinsies as we
Order the same dish for dinner
The same salad
Accept and decline cheese in unison

One would think it is because I raised her
That she would of course like the same things as me

But she eats all the onions 
I disdainfully pull from my salad
And I stir up my pasta so the cheese and sauce marry
She leaves hers as perfectly plated
As when it arrived

We're similar
But different.

I've done my job as mother just right!

1 comment:

  1. Love this. My daughter and I are so different in some ways that I can hardly believe we're related, but as she gets older we have more in common than I would've imagined. I love watching her become herself.