Where Do I Come From?

Who wants to know?

I am like a butterfly

I grow and I grow

 

As I look in the mirror

What do I see?

My blond brownish hair, doe it fit me?

Just like my mother, so wild and free.

I didn’t just get her looks, I am half Irish and as stubborn as one can be.

 

As I look even harder, I see something else.

Oh my I see a reflection of my father, English side

And I think who else?

 

My father always says what will become of my little girl.

I ponder that question as a stand suddenly so still.

Will I be courageous and strong just like him?

Or have a sense of humor and a heart anyone would like to win?

 

My blue eyes shine brightly, as I ponder on these thoughts.

I knew the conclusion as I said out loud

 I am my own person, plus all these traits that’s without doubt.

As I walked away from that mirror that day.

I smiled and knew the truth, it was better than okay

My parents gave me the best gift of all

It wasn’t just the things I had seen in the mirror

I had seen something else

Something amazing and far better than everything else.

 

The thing they gave me that no one has

Is my own personality

That brings out my best.

 

I am funny and witty, kind of clueless at times.

I have a big heart, which is better than my rhythms.

I am shy but outgoing, when I know someone so well.

I do well in literature, but I am horrible at art.

 

All these things and so much more I am proud to say

Tells where I come from and makes me who I am today.

So as a I grow and grow some more

I put a big smile on and let it show.