I am pretty sure I came into the world

grimacing like Popeye.

My face was not made for

posing Precious Moment-like.

Sugar and spice and everything

nice.

I only ever brought the spice.

Which is probably why

my parents had 2 more children.

Both, sweet as pie.

Unfurled tongues

snarled lips

furrowed brows

bunny ears

hands on hips.

I never saw a camera I didn't spite.

And now, I watch,

I grab, I snap, I capture

a living legacy of spunk

a facsimile of funny face

my flesh my blood my own

daughter.

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