Smearing on heavy, pink paste
Dabbing the eyelids with violet
Powering a white, freckled nose
Darkening those wide, tiger irises
Look Mommy, look!
I’m all grown up.
Hazel eyes twinkle with anticipation
Fingers tug the red ribbons
Tearing apart Rudolph wrapping paper
Hesitantly peeking under the box
It’s exactly what she wanted.
Sunshine streaming through the glass
The white glare is blinding
Eyelids still heavy with fatigue
Enveloped in the soft sheets
Wishing light would turn into darkness.