The “tiny dancer” has grown
up,
Her ballerina shoes are tucked
away,
The “tiny dancer” is no more,
Much to my dismay…
She has grown into a woman now,
She isn’t Daddy’s little girl
anymore,
She is married and has her
own family,
All her dreams are tucked in
a drawer…
The little dolls that were on
her shelf,
Have gathered dust and are
stored away,
The hugs and kisses that came
are gone,
Much to my dismay…
The love is there,
But not expressed in any way,
A smile is the very best she
can do,
Much to my dismay…
Dedicated to anyone who has
a grown daughter….
bobemakk@optonline.net ©2004