I Wasn'T There
I wasn’t there when she was small
To see her scrape her knee
Or ride her bike around the block
Or scramble up a tree
Or listen all about her day
And what she did at school
How Lisa was her new best friend
But all the boys were fools
I wasn’t there when bedtime came
And nightmares made her weep
To hold her in my arms until
She drifted off to sleep
And when she reached that awkward age
I wasn’t there to say
You’re beautiful my little girl
You’ll realize that some day
And when she had her first real date
I wasn’t there back then
To give her boy my sternest look
And growl “be home by ten”
But I’m here now to be the dad
I couldn’t be before
To tell her what she means to me
I couldn’t love her more
How proud I am of how she’s grown
Through hurts and fears and lows
How smart and charming she’s become
Her fiery passionate soul
I can’t make up the time I’ve missed
Those years we were apart
But now and even when I’m gone
She’ll have her father’s heart
Copyright © John Curtis | Year Posted 2013
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