Soft brown curls
Wide brown eyes
A little girl
Intently watches her mother
Admiring her
She wobbles around
In big black heels
And smears red lipstick on her mouth
Wishing she could be more like her

Watching from a distance
She stares
At the love of her life
With the love of his life
Smiles and laughter
Overwhelm her
Straight blonde hair
Fills her vision
As she tugs at her own curls
Admiring a perfect body
As she tightens her own belt
She is lost in the sight of bright blue eyes
As a tear escapes her brown ones
Wishing she could be more like her

She stands beside the crib
Looking down at her baby girl
Five tiny fingers
Wrapped around her thumb
Staring at a sweet little face
Watching little eyelashes flutter
She slowed her breathing and relaxed
Trying to forget all the stress in her life
Wishing she could be more like her