Little girl

In the costume shop

Swishing in and out

Of the racks

Sparkly flowing Princess dresses

Dark and jagged witch gowns

Shipwrecked pirates colorful, tattered rags

All dance around her

“No”, “No”, she says to each one

“That’s not what I’m looking for,”

She states matter-of-factly

As mom taps her foot impatiently

She sadly complies

When mom says, “It’s time to go”

And walks out of the shop

Empty-handed

Alone in her room, decorated in pink

Inspiration hits

After several snips of her scissors

She tries on her new creation

“It’s perfect!” she shouts

As she looks in the mirror

For staring back at her,

(in front of her sheet-less bed)

Is the pink polka dot ghost

She’d always wanted to be!