Daddy

I no longer have that little pink dress,
And the dancing shoe,
Which once you bought for me.

The roughness now sore my foot daddy,
Sometimes I fall, sometimes I stumble,
But every time I get up and try again.
I remember once you said,
“Giving up is a loser’s choice and
My daughter is a winner.”
And I never gave up.

At times I wish
If I could always be your little princess
Dancing and laughing around you.
But I had to leave
As you wanted to see a world of my own.
As I was meant to create another world.

I learned to hold myself
Yet at times I miss your helping hand.
I miss you calling me, when you come back home.
I miss you Daddy,
And though you never say
I know you too miss me.

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Category: Issue 9, Poetry, Vol I