Curls of red on top of my head,
Freckles are sprinkled all over my face.
Sheets with blue flowers lay across my bed,
My parents both Irish, that's how I was raised.
Eyes of hazel with which I see,
I'm the oldest of six siblings and with that take much pride.
My brothers and sisters look up to me,
But most of the rules, I don't ever abide.
On my neck sits my grandmother's pearls,
Looking like beads of satin surrounding me.
Above that my mouth, very vulgar for a girl's,
My mother's always saying, "Watch your mouth please."
I love to write poetry in my sage colored book,
My sister says I have talent, but her age I am double.
I'm very curious, at everything I always look,
And it causes me to get in the worst of trouble.
I hope one day I am well known,
That I'll be a movie star.
But I can assure you, my distance from home,
Will never ever be far.