Painting by Claude MonetThe Talk
Sandy beach drowned in soaking sun
mother-daughter summertime fun.
Flowered bonnets belying gloom,
mother-daughter impending doom.
Before daughter speaks, mother's won.
No ruby lips, no ankle shows.
You're much too young for all of those.
Now sit pretty. Leave me alone.
Don't want to hear you whine and groan.
You're just too young for adult clothes.
Some day you'll come, my dear, to be
a dazzling beauty, just like me.
White grace on show within your smile,
glimmering, dangling necklace style
without need for immodesty.
Copyright 2008 JO Janoski
From the looks of some of the teen gals I see today, they haven't received the talk
ReplyDeleteagree with dan--when did we quit saying no
ReplyDeleteFellows, you're so right!
ReplyDeleteSometimes I think I belong in another era, one in which you depict here. My daughter also belongs to the me generation, we put her to work for all her demands. A lovely poem Jo! :)
ReplyDeletecould you imagine having to dress that way in this heat?
ReplyDeletegranted I'm in Fla and its like 500 degrees already