She used to exhale that sweetness freely,
every pore pouring it out;
its presence softening
the diamond flash of her eyes
but girls learn early
the currency of charm,
and now she pays it out sparingly,
each penny precious
her inside sparkle
traded for a weekend with friends,
a day at the beach, a new novel
I will have to read first,
longer time on the phone.
How can we resist such trading,
our hands cupped
for the gifts she can spare.
Susan Daniels Poetry 
Beautiful, this song on how children learn to handle parents and run winning campaigns! The charms of daughters are more potent on their fathers, I hear!
She has us both wrapped around her pinky finger–never worked on my mom, she was onto us 🙂
I can hear Zoe making similar claims in a few years time!
So, do you have all boys, or have you fallen victim, as well?
All boys, for my sins!
Hah–here we call it the mother’s curse–May you have a daughter just like you when you have children……. And I did 🙂
Oh, hadn’t acknowleged this let alone worked to describe it. Yes, that is what happens, beautiful.
-Jennifer
Thank you Jennifer–at this point, it’s all traded for the small stuff. Lord help us when she wants something big 🙂
Trade away… such good works I read today.
🙂 thanks!