Who do you see, mom?
Do you see what you want,
Your little girl dressed in frilly white dresses,
Her curly hair so pretty as it bounces on her shoulders?
Her skin silky smooth and free of imperfections?
Her face so sad and full of repressed feelings?
Or do you see what I want,
Your young man dressed in baggy clothes,
His hair messy from skateboarding with the guys?
His rough skin scarred from many falls and blows?
His face so full of joy and smiles telling you how he feels?