I have been wanting to write about my daughter, about her skillful manipulation. This is it. It is not perfect but I am brain dead at the moment.
A poem for my daughter – As cunning as a fox
Written by Elisa English 01/18/2010 @ 3pm
Oh, my precious little girl
You are such a cunning little girl
Your face, full of facial expressions
And your head, filled with questions
I can never move my eyes away from you
The various facial expressions from you
Your every emotion captures my soul
There is no escape but fall under your control
Your innocent smile
Hiding under your guile
How can one resist that sweet request
Coming from you, a little girl full of zest
I am your Mom, and
I should be in command
But I can never win
As you twinkle with grin
Beneath those twinkling eyes
Lies the purest soul with no disguise
Your eyes wide and bright
You melt my heart away
Whenever you are in sight
How can you be so wily
Yet so lovely
There is nothing I can do
but showering you
with all my kisses
** 版權所有 – Elisa English
By the way, my daughter is only 3 but she has two faces, the innocent and obedient child in front of her teachers and a DJM (Da-Juan-Mei) at our house. She doesn't know what it means but she scolded me anyway for calling her that name. She would say no name-calling like a teacher disciplining the kids.
Oh, lately she got her first playdate by using her charm, constantly asking one of her friends' dad if she could go over to his house and play with his son. It was so embarrassing.
Don't be fooled by her innocent look. By the way, she is a daddy's girl. I don't know why I am the least favorite person when I am the one who gives in the most.