When she was a little girl
and daddy went away
She would anticipate his return
each and every day
and when from window, door or stoop
she would see him from afar
out she would run to greet him
as he stepped out of the car
deep in his pockets her little hands
would search until she found
the treasure he would bring her
that he bought while traveling around
Then up in his arms he would sweep her
and a kiss she would plant on his face
and there was no sweeter thing to him
then returning to that place
Year after year as time would fly
on trip after trip he would go
every time she was there to greet him
inch upon inch she would grow
(to be continued)
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