Poem Assignment

Mar 25, 2008 - 22:19 PM PST

Little Girl

With her father’s
large, warm hand wrapped around
her childish fingers,
the girl feels as though
nothing will ever
change. Watching baseball, playing catch,
she is a
“Daddy’s girl” through and through.
Time marches on…
The little girl wears makeup
now and holds
another man’s hand. Her daddy
watches games alone
and no longer plays catch.
Time marches on…
The girl’s daddy is
dying; she hugs
him one last time as
he whispers, “You’ll
always be my little girl.”