Show Off

Show Off

She twirled around in her new dress

And admired the image in the mirror.

Her sisters tired of the scene

And began to make fun of her body parts –

Anything to steal the confidence

Of this younger sibling.

She didn’t care.

She loved her long arms, wide smile, curly hair
And even the feel of her shiny pink chiffon dress

As she whirled and turned.

She was used to being called a show off 
and refused to let the words erase the moment. . .

the moment when she paraded the beauty of His creation.

© 2014 Lana Gray