My Christmas Wish
All I want
Colors, a variety
For
Lips, eyes
Every shade
To rival the
Gods
Christmas morning,
Eager
For the makeup
Requested
Months ago,
Hand’s grip
Presents
Over and over
Brush rubbing contents,
Fake
A false sense
Of color,
Pretend-play
“Too young,”
Dad says.
“Maybe next year,”
Mom urges.
Denied,
A tinge of
Sadness, but hope
For the upcoming
Year - a year older
12/6/21
Winter Wishes Poetry Contest
Copyright © Sarah Stein | Year Posted 2021
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