"NOT DADDY'S LITTLE GIRL"

All I wanted was a little of your time:
Maybe I'd sit upon your lap.
Maybe you'd tell me a nursery rhyme;
Before I took my afternoon nap.

Maybe I could have stood on your toes;
While we whirled around the room.
And maybe while we danced around;
You'd hum your favorite tune.

I would have liked to walk with you;
While you held my little hand.
I would be Daddy's little girl;
You, the big, but loving man.

But none of these things ever happened;
They never came to be.
They were all memories I never had;
They were all my fantasy.

I never felt any love from you;
Not when I was little, or after I’d grown.
The “bottle” was the love of your life;
The only life you’d known.

There were never any nursery rhymes;
Or dancing in a whirl.
I'll never know what it would have been;
To be "Daddy's Little Girl."

© Betty Hawkins 2003
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