![]() Daddy's Little GirlA Poem by Closed Account![]() Ehh...![]() I can
still remember when I was 3. When
you’d play dolls with me, And tuck
me in at night. You’d
always make sure to leave the door open a little bit, so it wouldn’t be quite
so dark. Before
you’d leave, you’d always tell me the same thing. “I
love you sweetie. No matter what happens, you’ll always be my little girl.” I can
still remember when I was 6. You
went to my first parent-teacher conference. You
came home, and kept joking about how bad my teacher had told you I was. Then we’d
laugh, and go out to do something fun. And
every time, when we were sitting in the car, you’d tell me the same thing. “I
love you, baby. No matter what happens at school, you’ll always be my little
girl.” I can
still remember when I was 10. You’d
help me with my homework, and in return, I’d help you cook dinner for the
family. Right
after dinner, you’d send us to our rooms so you could talk to mom. We’d
all go to my room, and listen to you two yell at each other. All
huddled together, you found us, and tucked us in ours beds for the night. And,
when it was my turn, you’d always say the same thing. “I
love you sweetie. No matter what happens between me and your mom, you’ll always
be my little girl.” I can
still remember when I was 14. We
would go between your new house and our old house. When I
was with you, you couldn’t do anything right. You’d
always try to be the good guy, but we knew you were both to blame. But,
when it was time to do homework, you’d help me, and I’d still help you with
dinner. But,
after, there was no screaming or fighting. Eventually,
we’d all get tired, and you’d come to say goodnight. And,
even then, you’d still say the same thing. “I
love you sweetie. No matter how old you get, you’ll always be my little girl.” I can
still remember when was 15. It
was a summer day, and we were at mom’s. The
phone rang, and I answered. It
was your girlfriend, telling us you’d died in your sleep. I
knew nothing would ever be the same. No
more late nights, talking. No
more helping with dinner. But,
I still remembered the words you’d always tell me, at the most random times. “I
love you sweetie. No matter what happens, you’ll always be my little girl.” Now,
I know that I’ll never hear you say that again. And,
now, as time continues to fly by, I’m almost grown up. I’ll
be graduating high school in the spring. You
won’t be there to see me get my diploma. And
you’ll never get to walk me down the aisle. But,
just like you always told me, no
matter what happens, I’ll always be your little girl. © 2010 Closed AccountAuthor's Note
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Added on July 30, 2010Last Updated on August 1, 2010 Tags: Death, Daddy's little girl Author
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