"Written when my oldest daughter was 12"

Twelve Years Old

I have a daughter
Twelve years old
"Almost a grown-up"
So I'm told.

Each morning is new-
I'm never certain
If today she's "just a kid"
Or a "grown-up person".

"Just a kid" would rather die
Than take a bath or wash her hair;
Would rather slouch
Than sit straight in her chair.

My "kid" watches cartoons
By the hour on Saturday
Makes mud pies in the dirt
And never tires of play.

"Grown-up person" appears
And is ever so aware
Of the length of her skirts
And shine of her hair.

My "adult" gracefully sits
And walks with poise
Cleans her room and
Disposes of all her toys.

What a strange age!
How hard it must be!
To try and figure out
Just who is "me"?


Connie O.