Daddy's Girl
I remember feeling like a queen,
Sitting on your lap.
Listening to you sing to me,
As your foot would gently tap.
I remember how you’d close your eyes,
As you sang a sad, sad song.
And how you’d wink and smile at me,
When I’d try and sing along.
I remember listening as you played,
Guitar for hours on end.
And dreaming someday I could play,
Like you my dad, my friend.
Brenda Meier-Hans
3rd
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