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!