Daddy's Little Girl

How he loved that smile
Lived for that smile
Needed that smile to make
it through.
Smitten...that's how he
felt the first time she
clasped his thumb and
smiled with barely opened
eyes.
Daddy's little girl.

What he wouldn't do for
that smile.
Stand in the rain, sleep
outside the toy store to
beat the crowd to that
special collector's doll.
Jump up and down in those
silly clown costumes...

O how he hurt to see that
frown now, broke his heart
crushed his spirit, brought
helplessness, hopelessness.
But he can never and will
never be able to protect her
from the hurts of this world.
Will never be able to make
her smile everyday of her life.

He whispers a prayer that
sometime soon he'll catch a
glimpse of a smile from his
now lifeless, cold, unresponsive
little girl.

They wheel the coffin away.
He can't look anymore
Daddy's little girl is dead
because of the one thing Daddy
couldn't get her...

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