Patricia Parker Poet Rhyme

Dashing Through the Mall

Dashing through the mall with a charge card in my fist
Wondering why I ever wrote a Christmas present list
The jeans my daughter wanted were torn around the knees
I couldn't spend a hundred bucks although they'd sure to please

I found her a fuscia sweater, I know it is her size
I'm sure that she will show to me displeasure in her eyes
The lady said the plaid shawl would flatter any shape
I know my daughter's teen mouth will be hanging quite agape

Next year I'm not doing shopping for anyone I know
I'll save myself much heartache and probably lots of dough
Everyone is getting a holiday gift card
And that will be the final word from this over shopped out bard

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Michael Romero December 21, 2009 at 4:03 PM teens sure can be some thing and it seems my wife was just saying the same thing, but you will have that moment that will take you back to when teen life was far away and every present was appreciated hang in there and if they don't say it I know they love it.

Sara Kendrick December 21, 2009 at 3:47 PM Been there, done that, and sometimes a small inexpensive gift that is an everyday need like a fuzzy pair of socks or a figurine from Dollar Tree will bring happiness stashed in that little bag with the gift card. Keep the creative and magical writes going. Sara