Daddies Girl Poem by Bri Lynne

Playing ball at two feet tall
Laughing wildly, not getting it
As he pats my head in momentary adoration
Stumbles to throw again
I s'pose I was just too insignifigant
Too small

Sitting with the girl next door
Or the one from the bottom floor
Smelling flesh on her housecoat
That was really his
She'd wrap me in it after bubble baths
Now I wish she never did

I call him dad
I called him my hero
But children don't want to think
Daddie's a zero
How much can a baby feel inside
I'd dream as I'd cry
He'd have too much and then he'd die

Still waiting for the call to end it all
Wondering how he'll choose to move through
How he surely, finally will go
Wishing to believe the things I knew
In ballet shoes
Cursing what I know

Daddie's girl
Waiting to play ball again with an old friend
At six feet below
And even though he'll soon be leaving me in this World
Alone
He'll always be my hero