Daddy's Little Girl
Daddy’s little girl.
You’d put on your work boots and I knew what that meant.
Time to stop you any way that I can.
I tell you I’m sick and I cannot move.
You come over worried for a moment or two, you tickled my sides knowing I’d break.
“It’s time for work, oh goodness sake”.
I begged and pleaded for you to stay.
You continued to get ready, it was time for phase two, so I wrapped around your leg, untying your shoe.
As you backed your car out, I was banging on the window, avoiding my stare or you could not go.
A single father, you’re doing your best.
A daughter who missed you, caused you nothing but stress.
You were my hero and my best friend.
My mentor until the end.
As time passed it got messy.
I sat quietly hoping it was a phase,
As I wait my heart ablaze.
Love, sex, drugs
What could be better?
These are the things that made you forget her.
Time has flown by, it stops for no one.
Your mind is deteriorating enough to notice.
That you are likely suffering from some prognosis.
I stand before you,
Wishing you knew
That I’m your daughter and I’ve always loved you.
It’s as if time turned back, I am that daughter banging on that window hoping you’ll see me.
But everyday you drive away,
Not knowing at night I’m wide awake.
I will forever be my daddy’s little girl.