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Created on: August 29, 2007
Daddy's Little Girl
"Daddy, when I grow up, will I still be your little girl?"
"Of course, my darling. Time will never change how we feel about each other.
No matter how time changes, you will always be...
Daddy's Little Girl."
First daughter born-New responsibilities
They learned-Together
What it meant to be a Daddy-Not just a father
What it meant to be a Daughter-More importantly
Daddy's Little Girl
They had their differences-And their little spats
Sitting on his knee-she learned
They worked it out
"Daddy, am I still your little girl?"
"Darling, you never stopped. No matter how time changes, you will always be...
Daddy's Little Girl."
They made memories
Swimming-Washing the semi
Singing in the pick-up truck-Sha Boom Sha Boom
Making a snowman-A body as big as herself
Watching television-The Rockford Files and BJ and the Bear
These were their favorites
Then-She had to share
Second daughter born-Same responsibilities
Already learned-Trying again
"Daddy, am I still your little girl?"
"Darling, you always will be. But she is too.
Nothing will change, not even because of her.
No matter how time changes, you will always be...
Daddy's Little Girl."
Time changed-He was wrong
Nine years of being Daddy's Little Girl-Five of them sharing
It was all over-God took him away
Strange place-Strange faces
Everyone crying-Hugs and kisses
A man with a collar-Standing up front
He bends at her knee-He holds her hand
Everyone's gone-She walks in the room
Empty-Except for him
She walks up front-Looks down at the pillow
"Daddy, am I still your little girl?"
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