Where Has My Little Girl Gone

He sits there and cries Big tears fall from his eyes “Why, oh why?” He wrings his hands and tries to understand Why I'm curled up in bed No words come to my head There is no answer Just emptiness He whispers... “Where has my little girl gone?” You were the life of the party Friendly and sweet Everyone you’d greet With a smile and hug Now….. You’re just curled up in bed With eyes full of dread Where…. Oh, where has my little girl gone?" His princess, his dream Youngest of his team Unwilling to face life and live She’s stuck in her bed Wants to stay home instead No answer To the words hung in the space Between him and his child His heart's going wild "Where has my little girl gone" "She’s gone, daddy, gone... Somewhere along Seeing Mama die Somewhere along Wondering why Somewhere along Holding broken dreams Somewhere along Stifling her screams Somewhere along Broken heart night Somewhere long Losing the fight Somewhere along Nothing more to give Somewhere along No will to live That’s where, Daddy. That’s where your little girl’s gone" Eileen Manassian Ghali I called this a narrative because it actually happened last time dad came to visit me in Lebanon. We had this conversation in my bedroom, and it broke my heart that I've caused him so much pain. When he calls....he's quick to detect what spirits I'm in. He worries about me. I'm his baby....the little one of the family. Mom had me when she was 41....surprise surprise. After two boys, they really wanted a girl....Well, yes....I have changed...Yes...I was the life of the party. That old sparkle comes back now and again....Life can be difficult, and it wears you down if you let it. I adore my dad. His word was gospel when I was growing up. He was larger than life to me. We share a special bond....He is coming for Christmas....I'm so happy.