I Write - Decade Edition - Roaring 20's

Daddy's Little Girl

My father passed when I was but a girl - twelve.
A split life from the age of seven or eight.
Dad kept the house;
Mom took an apartment.
I loved my time with my Dad.
I was daddy's little girl.
I could spin him round my finger,
Jump heavily on his taunt stomach.
I don't remember him ever saying "No".
I could laugh with him
Curled in his lap as we watched TV old shows --
Like Gilligan's island.
He would even let me stay up to watch James Bond movies.
But the Hockey Night in Canada theme
Was my signal that it was time to go to bed
Eight o'clock and a good night kiss.
It was safe with him
Happy and carefree.
No harsh expectations or wild emotions.
Just love and acceptance.
Daddy's little girl.
He's been gone forty four years now
He's was only forty four when he died
God how I miss him.
I will always be
Daddy's little girl.

Here's the theme just in case you are interested. They don't play it anymore.