Daddy's Girl (we are all still children)

by

Brbadpenny

Inside I know that we are all still children.
Off to the Drive-In.
Packed in the backseat of Dad's old car.
Although at times we may forget where we came from.
And pretend to be all grown up.
It takes a Funeral to remind us and see the children that we really are.
For even though he has passed on I will always be Daddy's Girl.
On display my heart will forever be encased in glass.
My life is a museum of large rooms and treasures.
My father's strong but gentle hand has led me around every corner.
The exhibits are the moments of my past.
This is my first tooth. Here is my first bed time tale.
My first frightened day at school. The first test I failed.
My first pet. My first fall. My first big girl dress. My first dance. My first kiss. Now I recall.
He was there for every first experience and gave me every second chance.
My first car. My first date. The first night I stayed out late.
The first big affair that we walked arm and arm.
My first broken heart.
His brave but sad face in a captured photograph outside our house on the night of my Senior Prom.
Life's subtle surprises and how he always tried to give me warning and that secret smile that only I seen when I was the first to wake on just about every Christmas morning.
Inside I know that I will always be that child.
Asleep at the Drive-In cuddled up in the front seat of Dad's big car.
Although now life's pressures force us to become scattered individuals.
Little by little we become our parents.
But it takes a Funeral to remind us and see the children that we really are..

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Why don't you look at If The Law Doesn't Catch Up With You
by: Francis Duggan
from: Wonthaggi, Victoria, Australia

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