It has all gone so fast and now your my height!. You've still got a lot to learn girl, but like me you fight. Stubborn as the trunk, seed not far away. Now it has thickened, young leaves fade away.
My shadow no more, the freckles are gone. "I'm in my room" enigma, anon. "Let's play teachers?", "Err... No Dad, lets not" "Well how about Jelly, you like that a lot?" Frowny face, frowny face, slam goes the door. Sweetheart, darling, let's cuddle once more?" OK take a breath this is all to be expected. Part of the deal, next challenge accepted...
So my princess has gone and now I'm un-cool. No more kisses at bedtime or walking her to school.
I echo the words of millions before me and that number is annoying,
WHY DIDN'T YOU WARN ME?!
It goes so fast and if only I'd known. A girl becomes a woman, my little minions, left home.
All part of the parcel, passed round the circle of life. Age tears away the layers with no sense of strife.
Unfolded again, another prize to reveal. Some show enthusiasm and others conceal.
Pride and fear are unfamiliar allies, but they are all who stand beside me as I watch my youth bloom again.
The teacher becomes a guide as young heart finds boundaries to cross,
always watching over her so she never gets lost.
From a baby to a princess and one who protested so young. You are always my sweatheart, no matter what you'd done. We treasured the moments spent as a whole and we both cried together when half was stole.
Your mum and I, were a kettle and a pot. Two lost souls, one old and one not. I've never recovered from the moment it all ended. Time forever still, since the Waltons were upended. But our loss was fated, always from the start. And now that's caused a valley, cutting straight through your heart.
One week at one side and one weak the other. Christmas is different there's no chance of a brother. Daddies tried to be there, to fill in the gaps. Acting like a hairy half-sister, perhaps? I know it's been a sub and an elephant in the room. And I know while your at your mum's, the feelings still consume.
I've been were you are and your mother the same. It seems an echo from history has no mercy or shame. Of all the experiences, to pass on from my being. This is the one I intended to stop you from seeing. Cut out of the loop, a tradition left dying. Never again to leave an innocent heart crying.
So I've taught you to walk, how to talk, and how to burn beans on toast.
We've had so many chats, that I know who you like the most(Don't worry, I won't tell anyone)
Now go into the world, the balls yours to spike. You'll do me proud, by doing what you like. But whatever you do on your great big adventure. Just try not to forget I used to be your mentor.
I've never tried to own you, or wrap you in wool and wherever you path leads, I hope your heart will be full.
I've given it my all and there is still some to go. We approach risky water, so steady and please take it slow.
You hold my heart in your chest and my soul in your eyes.
I thank you so much for being by my side.
Written by one proud Dad :)
