When you left you broke my back,
My back which had long stood straight and strong,
then became bent down with fear and a sense of trepidition,
I hadn’t known before that you had offered me alot,
But when I lost that state of feeling safe,
I knew you had been the one who had always looked out for me.
I had been my daddy’s girl through and through.
You always kept an eye trained on me and was always on the look-out.
You made sure I got all I asked for:
the crayons, the story books, the barbies,
you made others jealous of what I had,
but you still taught me to share.
I remember when growing up, and when I once cried,
you sat with hands on my knees,
shedding tears of your own.
It’s as though your heart hurt too.
I didn’t notice all these things until you were gone.
Now, I imagine instances where I’d glimpse you from afar, approaching me,
telling me it had all been a nasty nightmare and that you’re back to taking care of me,
because as old as I may grow to be,
I will always crave being your little girl.