What would you say?

I’m not the same innocent little girl.
The one who would never think to lie.
The one who could sit on your lap and tell you about her day.

Do you rememer those nights I would call you at work
Just to say “I love you too, Mommy. Good night.”?
Do you remember me waiting at the door every morning and every evening
Crying as you left for work, and waiting for you to come back?

What would you do?

I’m not so sheltered from the world now.
And my memories aren’t so pure.
I’m not the girl you thought you’d raised

Do you remember waking me up at midnight
Just so I could share a cup of sherbet with you?
Do you remember letting me play dress up
And show off your wardrobe?

What would happen if you knew?

Very little is left pure and untouched.
Me and him? We aren’t just friends.
He even helps me go behind your backs.

Very little could still be called innocent
Our nights spent together, alone
They’ve all lost their image of me.

My passion is gone
My fire long since put out
My dreams become less extravgant with each decision made

But somewhere around, I’m still here
The girl who never wants to grow up
The one who can recite Pocahontas
And wants another ride on the tractor.

Somewhere still, she’s right here,
Daddy’s little girl.

kadi.