It's The Little Things - new poem
It's The Little Things
I want to look like my mum.
I want to age like my mum.
I want to look more similar as the years pass
I want to go out for a drink with my brother
Without being asked how long we’ve been dating.
I want to swap clothes with my sister,
For nothing says sisterhood like shared clothes and shoes.
I wish she would pinch my new top and forget to give it back.
I want my children to look like her children.
I don’t want to look out of the window
While relatives coo over her baby,
Pointing out the family features they find in his face.
I want what I can never have.