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