In Her Footsteps Poem by Mira Midha

I remember myself as a young girl
Peering from behind a white door,
Toes curled on carpet floor,
Staring at mother,
While she dabbed perfume on her wrists,
Applied orange lipstick to her lips,
Teased her hair, blushed her cheek,
Slipped dainty stilettos onto her feet,
Pink nails….oh I was in awe
At the beauty that I saw.
Our eyes met through the mirror,
And she would dimple smile at me,
And at that moment my dream was to be
Just like her.




A light goodnight hug and they were gone,
Another fairytale night, only to return at dawn,
And it gave me enough time to see,
As I ran tip-toed excitedly,
Into her domain of all pretty forbidden things
That would bring
So much joy and glee for a little while
As I began to style
Myself with a dab of rouge on my face,
Fingers flick a wisp of Chantilly lace,
Bright lips in an affected pout,
I would dance about
In her daring high-heels,
Wrapped in satin silk to feel
That I had become her for a few hours,
And I had touched the stars.