You Saw Me
You saw me.
The whole me. You saw me at my peak of happiness you saw me at my weakest.
Your words were the one things that help me up when I fell and made me wipe tears away that
never failed to fall.You saw me when I was innocent. I am still your little girl but I have grown up
since you last saw me and the innocence is fading. I know the difference between right and
wrong because of you; you use to recite war stories of your childhood. I used to sit there and
listen. Daddy's little girl. Than I had a shoulder to lean on, one that would never let me fall. You
saw through the surface and into the deep.My eyes tell stories and you were the only one who
could read them. Whose going to see me now? I don't think anyone will ever see me how you
use to now that your gone.
Copyright © Shahana Jackson | Year Posted 2005
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