The adult

I thought I had already stepped into grandma years,

yet there’s still a spark of youth alive in me.

The mirror reminds me I’m no longer sixteen,

but a grown woman—

one who can still turn heads with her presence.

And when I slip into childlike ways,

it isn’t an act.

It’s simply the softer side of adulthood

emerging now and then,

so that my seriousness is saved

for the moments that truly demand it.