A few years back
I noticed
That the billboard models
Had turned from
Women to girls
Now they are daughters

I started to notice
Smooth skin that sets us apart
More than features, expressions
Their pose no longer directed at me

I do not mourn youth
We will share
The same room on this earth
The bus stop, the mall
I can answer their smile with a smile

But at home
I have turned
The pale soldier’s face
Of all the father I had
Face to the wall
I have grown up to him
Now we’ll be growing apart
Till I can see him
With motherly eyes