mirror, mirror

i hear it, know it

in myself,

the familiar echo

of long-ago longing,

as i listen to

my darling daughter,

she of the rare green eyes,

wish for brown.

i've done the same...

there was a time

i would have gladly

[foolishly] traded:

grey for brown

curly for straight

mousy for raven

fair for olive

comfort for speed

but then

who might i have been

had i gotten my wish?

certainly not the woman

sitting next

to this beautiful

green-eyed girl.

-stacy wills (3/17/2012)