As I read this poem two things really stood out to me. The first line that stood out was “And the first object he look'd upon, that object he became.” When I was little I would always look up to my sister. If she was putting on makeup I would watch her and once she left the bathroom I would start putting some makeup on myself because I wanted to be beautiful like her. I remember one time she had this really awesome teal nail polish and I wanted her to paint my nails but she wouldn’t. So when she left to go hang out with friends I decided to paint my nails myself. Of course being six years old I wasn’t the most coordinated person and I ended up spilling the nail polish everywhere. I got in big trouble with my mom and Olivia was not happy with me to say the least.
The second like that also stood out was “His own parents, he that had father'd him and she that had conceiv'd him in her womb and birthed him; They gave this child more of themselves than that.” This line reminds me of how much of a mix I am of my mom and dad. I have my mom’s cleanliness and impatience. However, I also have my dad’s hardworking and positive attitude. Therefore my parents gave me attributes that are part of themselves.
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