Daddies Little GirlA Poem by George David Hope
DADDIES LITTLE GIRL
A father sits in the church Watching his daughter say her vow Waiting for her to change her name She was some one else's now He doesn't see a woman He still see's his little girl A child with flowing locks That he'd comb and curl He see's sleepless nights and nappies Sleeping on his chest He'd always been so proud Of his daughter he was blessed Nights of Chicken Licken When it was time for bed A little tap on her nut When the acorn hit his head Walking across the ceiling By her feet hanging upside down It made his overjoyed to see her smile By trying to play the clown Bath times filled with laughter Swinging in a towel Swinging from side to side While her Grandma she did scowl Those games of tickle monster In a room when it was dark Something covering his head Oh how it was a lark Being carried around the room Super baby on his shoulder He couldn't do it now She is so much older Shaving foam in their hands Dispersed with a mighty clap If her mother had saw the mess They'd both have got a slap Rolling down a long step hill Getting faster on the grass But trying to be so careful Not to get dog muck on their a*s Days of teenage tantrums He was the worlds worst day All those hurtful names she'd scream at him But he never did get mad A shoulder for her to cry on When her life had got so low Through break ups and fall outs He was the place she'd go But now she is a woman The most beautiful all dressed in white He looks at her and thinks to himself As a dad I've done alright
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