this morning
i cut a single rose
from its vibrant bush
of crimson roses
clipped its thorns
tucked it behind my ear
and smiled at my inner child

and while that rose sat
between my ear and my hair
teasing me with its presence
i was a girl
wanting to be a woman
a woman
wanting to be a girl

and i remembered
something inside me
i remembered
that other girl
and said to her
a penny for your thoughts