Click. Clack.
Tick. Tock.
Only time will tell if the sounds will continue;
The sounds of delight,
The feeling of being beautiful.
Will time only tell?
She shuffles around,
Feet in mom's heels.
It's not how she looks
which determines how she feels.
A click, and a clack.
An "oh, and "ah",
from a delighted father, and a delighted mom.
All but the mirror speak
in her world of truth.
A smile and a hug;
It's all, for her, proof.
A proof that will last all the days of her life.
Proof that keep safe, her heart, from the ugly lies.
