Little girl, what happened in your small world?
Were you Daddy's desire, his little girl?
A woman now, your life has been lost,
Fantasies and pleasure were taken at your cost.
Just a small favor of love for your Dad,
You gave into trust, you did not know bad.
You wanted affection and love like the rest,
Instead you were shamed, denied with jest.
Isn't it sad that some don't understand?
Come stand beside me, I'll hold your hand;
Ease away your pain, your troubles, your fears,
I'll hold you gently, wipe away your tears.
What would you do if you could turn back time?
Replenish your youth, undo his ugly crime?
Then you could laugh, be happy and play;
Let's hope it gets better because it will never go away.
Does God listen, when He hears your prayers?
Will it be different when you climb the stairs?
Will you remember after your death?
No more 'Daddy's Girl, ' with lust on his breath.
Keri Jopplin
1990-current
Copyright ©2012
A very painful poem but very well written, a difficult subject to put into words. I had to read it all the way through, it flowed. I loved the line 'Will it be different when you climb the stairs? ' this said everything in that one line. A really well constructed write. Love Ernestine XXX
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Sometimes being 'Daddy's girl' sucks! Writing helps, even if you sugar coat it and pretend he was really sorry and just ill.Only someone that lived it could write it so well.