I am not a mother but I think about that day so often…who she (or he) will be, how I will feel, etc. This simple poem is a reflection of those thoughts.
Who will you be? Will you be like me?
Will you live in a castle or climb through the trees?
Who will you be?
Will you stand on the ground? Or dream wistful fancies, your head in the clouds?
Who will you be? Will you be like me?
Bold as the drumfire or quiet and meek?
Who will you be?
Will you drive a car? Ride on two wheels or walk very far?
Who will you be? Will you be like me?
Will you sleep on the sand or play in the sea?
Who will you be?
Will you wear a suit? Will you paint skyscapes with brushes or delight in the flute?
Who will you be? Will you be like me?
Stretch like the sunrise or be gentle and wee?
Who will you be?
Will you be gaffe defined? Or relish in quiet and whisper in kind?
Who will you be? Will you be like me?
Brown eyes or blue eyes…or a gingered green?
Who will you be? Will you be like me?
Will you march with the legions or run wild and free?
Who will you be like?
You will be like you.
A magnificant riddle…
The best of us two.
Love it!