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I would describe myself as a "mature" family man having brought up two daughters and one son, all of whom have left home and have families of there own. I have written a poem about the special bond that exists between a father and his daughters and the difficulty that occurs when you realise that the little girl, who once climbed on to your lap to give you a cuddle, is now a young woman with a different life of her own. My other passion in life is Billy Bragg (for those of you who don't known him, he is a musician), I have tried to write my poem in the style of Billy.

Dad's Little Girl

There is a world of worries that hurt my head
the music's so loud and brash; with poetry and meaning
the litte girl, with bunches in her hair, looks up at me and say's
"see you next week Dad, and yes I will be careful"
as she puts her cigies in her coat and straightens her skin tight trousers.

Sometimes the person you see
is the person you want them to be.
Stop the years, rewind the clock, I just don't know how
its plain to see, she's all grown up, she wears Doc Martins now.

Tiny and smooth and warm and cuddly
pink and soft yellow, innocence, eyes open with wonder
age changes and hardens, denims and leathers, and revealing necklines
is the love still there, still there, can I share you
tomorrow you are gone, yesterday you were here, but what of today.

The world is changing, our enemies are now our friends
shall I cry for the yuppies who have lost their Porche's
can I change, should I change, am I an extinct species
where is my tomorrow, I want my yesterday back, on my terms as I remember it
"but tomorrow is for me Dad", she say's, "wish me luck, kiss me goodbye".

She will come back, the child I knew, the one that I gave life to
you can stop being a lover, a wife, a husband or a friend
but you can never stop being a daughter
when the Doc Martins are thrown away, when the jeans are replaced with dresses
I'll still be here, I'll always be here, and you will always have bunches in your hair.

I don't have children, but I was very moved to read your poem.

Thank you.

I do....have two girls & two boys. Three of them adults, one with a child of her own.
I'm their mum, I brought them up alone, and believe me, I feel the same way.
Thank you for your poem.
Please ask Archangel Kes if he will post it for you at the Lost Poetry Office, where it will get a wider audience.
http://www.bbc.co.uk/h2g2/guide/A433793
I'll let him know you are coming!