Much To My Dismay

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….