My Little Girl

you were my little girl,

I held your tiny hand,

I caressed your golden locks,

I kissed your innocent forehead,

I wiped away

your falling tears;

now you have disappeared,

replaced by a stranger

I no longer recognize,

changing and rearranging

until there is nothing left

of the little girl

who once was mine;

in the night,

the dreams come,

as I hopelessly reach out,

trying to hold you

once again,

trying to pull you back

from the approaching darkness,

trying to protect you

from dangers unseen,

not willing to give up,

not willing to lose my little girl

without a fight;

but then I awake,

and you are not there;

inside I mourn for you,

as one mourns for a lost child,

I grieve for a little girl,

forever gone;

I want to tell you that I love you,

that I always will,

and that I miss you,

more than you can possibly know;

and that no matter what,

you will always be

my little girl.

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