Saturday, July 10, 2010


I know I'm an old woman it's plain to see,

But that's not who I am when you're looking at me.

I am that little girl named Rosalee, with long brown hair dangling down my back.

People said I was quite a brat, but I don't think I was really all that.

I am strong-willed it's plain to see.

I know what you're thinking when you're looking at me.

I used to be pretty so I was told, but you'd never know it now that I'm old.

I look in the mirror, and who do I see?

That same child named Rosalee.

Though wrinkles march across my face,

Rosalee, as a child I still embrace.

Written by: Tamara Lesley

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