Running around with carefree day and pretending I'm an angel with beautiful glowing wings flying around underneath the bright, bright yellowish-orange sun--feeling the cool gentle breezes floating me higher and higher up;weightlessness becoming my ally
Brought my very first bike--all you was put it together, helped me on, and held on tightly as I shakily petaled (weeeeeeeeeeeeeee);letting go you watch as I petal down the street but then realizes that you aren't holding onto the handles anymore
(crashes into the mailbox of the neighbor)
you run up with a shocked face and concerned to see if I was alright and I am--dusts me off and kissing the little booboo scrap on my wittle elbow
'Wanna try again?'
'Here we go!!'
He shouts and cheers on as the achievement of riding my first bike and decides that an ice cream cone (mmmmmmmmmm chocolate and strawberries with sprinkles)
At night, he tucks me in, reads to me my all time favorite story while I lie there holding onto my my teddy-bear Mr. Cuffs-n-Stuff--watches with great intent as sleep starts to succumb my weary eyes and just softly says in a hushed whisper, 'Goodnight my little angel'
Daddy's little girl is now a grown woman but in his eyes, she'll be his little angel still flying underneath sun--only this time she's getting married but regardless of her age, she's still and will always be daddy's  little girl
Author notes
ok with the word wittle its just little only spelled in kiddy form lol...enjoy
Written May 10th, 2005
A contest entry
- Father Figure by Prince Charming.
300 points, ended May 21, 2005, 21 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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I really appreciate your writing style. The only discrepancies I had were that petal is pedal in this context and the last tanza was awkwardly worded. This was very sentimental and sweet. Excellent
Arielle Giselle -
hehehehe i try and uw
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Yes its so right Your forever daddy's little angel. Always concerned about you. I see my daughter growing slowly getting older day by day.
Worried about her welfare every single day. I like the story you wrote here I know the feelings so very well. I know some day I have to hand her over like happen to you. then its my turn to step back but she will always be my little angel.
Thank you so very much for entering this contest
Hugs Herman
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