by A. L. Sugden

Created on: July 07, 2008

My sisters and I, still quite small,
innocent and carefree in our own little way,
Three little girls run through the hall.

Daddy gives kisses to all,
he's more tired than he'll say:
My sisters and I, still quite small.

At school one day, we get a call:
Daddy will be going away.
Three little girls run through the hall.

Mad, scared, and confused, we fall
to each other's arms, crying all day,
My sisters and I, still quite small.

One year later, in our doorway, standing tall,
our darling Daddy came back to stay;
Three little girls run through the hall.

Together we are strong, no matter what befall,
and under our toughened exterior, we'll be always
My sisters and I, still quite small,
Three little girls run through the hall.

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