To My Lil' Girl
To my lil’ girl:
I know I only visit you
On Saturdays,
Or that occasional
Holiday,
But know that I see you
Every day-
You're the screensaver
To my broken screen protector
And that photo
Is the first face I see
Every morning.
To my lil’ girl:
I know I don’t live
Nearly close enough-
I wonder if you still remember
When daddy
Would wince his way
Through another play-date
Of playing your jungle gym,
My arms were your
Pullup bars
My shoulders were your swingset
And my chest was your
Favorite pillow
To sleep on.
You used to take my thumb
in your entire hand,
Scale my bed and climb
Into my arms.
To my lil’ girl:
I know when I moved out
Of that house we shared,
Then sold,
Something changed -
You weren't my happy little girl
Anymore -
When your mother and I
Divided
Like salt and pepper
We threw everything you knew away
And bought new things,
Found new people.
You were the only thing
That rose from the ashes.
To my lil’ girl:
I know you aren’t my little girl
Anymore.
You're a big girl now,
And I’ve watched you grow up
From far too far away-
Through the lens of a
Facebook page-
And I doubt my Saturday
Visits will ever make up
For all the time I’ve lost.
I’m sorry,
My lil’, big girl.
I’ve always told you
I was one call away,
But we both know
That was never enough.
Copyright © Alex Grimm | Year Posted 2017
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