Daddy’s Girl

Little boy sleeping with teddy bear

I cherish the perfection laid before me
The innocence of my sleeping child
Auburn hair, draped upon her pillow

Lollipops and candy canes
Frolic in technicolor dreams
In her world of make believe

I dare not deny I am her captive
Held in her hand, held in my heart
Her foil to do with as she may

Slowly I move closer, pausing
Fearing that I will wake her
With the muffled beating of my heart

Stirring, a sigh slips from her lips
Tiny legs move with a quiet rhythm
As she dreams of dancing with the fairy’s

Sleep well, Daddy’s girl

About oldmainer

I am a retired manager living in Southern Maine and a would be writer of poetry, narratives, short stories, and random opinions, and that's how Oldmainer was born. Recently, I decided to try an experiment. I added photography to the mix, using only a cheap cell phone with a limited camera and the editing software that came with it, and added the blog site Inklings at to showcase the results. So, feel free to use whatever you find interesting or worthy, but please honor the terms of my copyright when and if you do. They may not be much, but they are still a piece of me. I appreciate your checking me out and hope that you find something that will encourage a return visit. Thanks for stopping by.
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4 Responses to Daddy’s Girl

  1. Gede Prama says:

    Well written. May peace be with you 🙂

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