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My Daddy's Proud of Me
Little footsteps pitter-patter
across the hardwood floor.
They once were mine, but now I listen
to my little sister’s happy feet.
Time’s gone by and so I’ve changed,
high school now comprises my life.
But when I grew up I left behind
the me I used to know.
I was Daddy’s Little Girl
and Mommy’s Special Helper,
I was innocent and bold.
Then I grew up and left behind
what the big, wide world stole
I wanted independence,
I wanted to rebel,
I thought they were holding me back,
forgot they were just afraid to let me go.
We yelled and fought,
I slammed my door,
anger receded only to swell again.
I am their biggest disappointment,
a failed experiment gone wrong.
So let us hate
and spew our fire,
see if I ever care.
I’ll make it out of these walls
of this place I used to call home.
I’ll leave and never bother you again.
One day came though, one precious day,
when my daddy turned to me.
He gazed at me with his serious eyes,
his compassionate eyes I hated loving.
He said, “I’m so proud of you.”
And I responded, “No,”
and turned my back walked away,
leaving him by my mommy’s side.
I hated loving those eyes.
But then I cried
and cried, and recalled
watching my mommy’s tears fall all
and I realized.
They never once stopped loving me.
Even when I pushed them violently away,
rejecting what I needed most,
even when I tried to fill that empty hole
in my empty heart
that only they could fill.
They never gave up on me.
So forgive me mommy, forgive me daddy,
because I love you too.