Wednesday, September 24, 2008

Daddy's Little Girl

Daddy and I went to the park.
And boy, was I thrilled!
I touched the clouds,
When on the swing.
The world was spinning,
When on the merry-go-round.
My heart leapt,
When on the giant wheel.

We came back; Mommy ain’t back yet.
“Li’l angel”, he called;
“Where are you? Come to Daddy.”
I was hiding in his bedroom,
Underneath the bed.
“There you are!” he exclaimed.
He swept me off the floor,
And threw me onto the bed.

He tickled me so hard,
That I couldn’t stop laughing.
Then he planted a wet kiss,
On my cheek; it felt weird.
I looked into his eyes.
But couldn’t seem to find my Daddy.
He looked more like a stranger to me.

He gently pushed the curls off my face,
He put me onto his lap.
He started to touch me all over.
I wanted to cry; but didn’t know why.
I wished my Mommy would come soon;
Maybe she could help me now.
But then… he can’t be harming me…
I am Daddy’s little girl.

This one is for all the perverted Dads out there. Don't crush these blooms even before
they blossom.

Thought for the day: " Children are like wet cement. Whatever falls on them makes an impression."


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