Friday, February 1, 2019

A Daughter Needs Her Father




Really? at half way to hundred I'm still hoping to be my daddy's girl?


The fourth of four girls. The seventh of nine children. 
What chance was there for me anyway?
Was it up to me? Who would make me daddy's girl?
And if I succeeded to get the title would everyone know it?
And if it was in my hands what would I do with it?

I am his fourth daughter but I'm not a daddy's girl
Was it something I did? Or
Was it something I didn't do?
And if I knew the answer could I change things now?
And if I didn't care would I be sitting in this hole?

Dad still ponders on many girls
Will he ever notice the brown eyed does of his loins?
Will it matter if I tell him those sensual beauties are in his past?
And if I clear things up would he thank me?
And if I just kept on going would this yearning go away?



Really? I got a daddy, other girls didn't. Shouldn't that be enough?  When I'm looking up to my faithful Father, I am thankful, so very thankful for my dear old dad and perhaps that puts a gleam in my Father's eye. 



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