A poem a day for 2013 - day 101 - poem 2 - See me

The little boy downstairs points and tells me every time he sees me
You bald headed and you a woman
And then he smiles. Laughs really.
His mother tries to hush him
When she is around
I tell her
That's ok, Sis
It feel so good
To be reminded how woman I am
With a big ole grin to follow