My Maa

As a little girl I wore your heels,
And painted my nails the same color as yours,
Stuck a bindi and scribbled your lipstick,
In the best attempt to hide my flaws

Always wished to have your nose
I still love wearing your clothes
In an impossible attempt to be you
I copied your every move and pose

All this was very long ago
Now I am grown up; but yet
The older I get, the more I see
The power of that young woman,
The young woman has on me.