She's such a cutie, the neighbors would say
That little blonde girl with the curls,
So strange to see brown eyes with blonde hair, they said
I guess I was strange even then
My sister had black hair and eyes that were green
A beauty if ever you saw one
Even my father called her 'the queen'
But I was the one that was different
You look like your father, people would say
I guess they considered that kind
But I always wanted to look like my mom
With dark hair and eyes like the sky
But now that I'm older and used to myself
I like what I see in the glass
I may not be lovely, or turn many heads
But at least I'm a sensable lass
My father passed on a long time ago
His picture still sits by the window
And it tickles me now that I take after him -
It's the ones who are different that sparkle.
Linda, your writing certainly sparkles... brilliantly done! ! Brian
LINDA...WITH EXPRESSION LIKE THIS, AND SUCH MODESTY IN CONCERT, THER E WILL ALWAYS BE A BRIGHT SPECTRUM OF SPARKLE EMMITING FROM WHEHEREVER YOU STAND....YOU CAN TAKE THAT TO THE BANK & BANK-ROLL IT! WELL CRAFTED PIECE....FLUXION RIDING OFF THE RHYTHM OF THE POEM...YOU DA' GAL....'''''''''''''''''''FRANK
You will always shine Linda, I have often thought it odd that as you become older you become comfortable with yourself and grow out of trying to impress, you no longer feel it is important to put on any aires or graces, Diamond poem.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Hey you know how I feel Linda.. Many say I look like father.. I don't like it either.. My brother is very much like my mom though.. hey this is good, your poems are simple and extremely readable.... with lots of love shan