Meg's Poem

Why can't anyone tell me the truth?
why must I always be the last one to know
when will the adult in me show?

Will this be, my last story to tell?
Or will I always be filled with mindless chatter, ?
In the way, underfoot, I’m a bother, so how can I matter?
Always, I’m shoved away
“You’re too young, run and play”

But some part of me lingers,
To hear the secrets, of opera singers

She’s the one who understands,
That there’s a woman in here inside of me, even though I’ve a child’s hands
She wants me as a true friend,
And it’s a vow I’ll hold to the end..

And One day, I’ll be grown, for everyone to see
No longer little Meg, just a woman for everyone to face
Just like my mother, I’ll make everyone know my place!