She tricycles down the road
Pigtails and streamers
Flying behind her.
Tiny legs pumping hard
Taking her to the end
Of the neighbor’s driveway
Before she collapses of
Pure exhaustion.
She paints a portrait of her family
That looks more like purple, blue
And red spiders with huge heads.
Everyone is there: Mom, Dad,
Lucas, and Spot.
She plays dress up with Mom’s
Black pumps and red
Lingerie and mauve
Lipstick pretending to be
Sixteen years old when finally
She is there and she realizes
That make up isn’t all its
Cracked up to be.