I wrote this poem after my daughter’s discovery yesterday. A bitter sweet moment of discovery for me as well. My nine year old growing up, I want to cling to the past, but seeing the changes is a thing of beauty. And all over a little thing called a tooth fairy.
She left a quarter under my pillow,
Daddy got one too.
Her way of saying she knows.
A hand written note for both, telling of
Her love, showing her gratitude, proving that she
Is growing up.
Even though she knows, I will still leave her coins
under her pillow when she loses number eleven.
Fairy dust will still scatter for twelve and thirteen.
I will shed a silent tear when she smiles
My sweet bird with new wings.
by J.G. McGlothern