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Will you still be my Daddy
by K Connelly → (All Poetry by K Connelly)
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A father comforts his daughter before a divorce
Will You Still be my Daddy �Will you still be my Daddy?� said my daughter. �Yes I will�. She looked up with those big green eyes and spoke these words to me. I could see the pain on her face. I could feel her little body tremble as I held her tight. I know not what the future holds. I know not what tomorrow brings. As I spoke these words I started to cry �But I do know I will always be your Daddy little one�. Oh little one don�t you cry. You are the twinkle in my eye. Yes I may have to go someday. You will always know I love my little one no matter what. You will always be my special one. Oh little one try not to cry. Copyright � 2006-2007, Kenneth Dale Connelly I wish there was another way I wish I could not go but stay. I brushed my fingers through her curls. Holding back my tears and told her the same. �I will always be your daddy little girl�. Oh little one don�t you cry. You are the twinkle in my eye. Yes I may have to go someday. You will always know I love my little one no matter what. You will always be my special one. Oh little one try not to cry. She sat there on my knee that day. I curled my arms around her as I spoke these soft words again. I could not tell her what I felt. �Some times Mom�s and Daddy�s can only fight�. Those horrible words you have heard through the night. Have ripped my soul each day and night. But I will always be your daddy little one. Oh little one don�t you cry. You are the twinkle in my eye. Yes I may have to go someday. You will always know I love my little one no matter what. You will always be my special one. Oh little one try not to cry.

Reviewed by gina jones/savchuk (Reader)

Reviewed on November 11, 2007

My pain also spoken here for I had daughters who never saw there father from a suicide, Thank you for you have humbled me and i needed that. Gina from Alaska

Reviewed by Karen Vanderlaan

Reviewed on February 5, 2007

Wow, i was that lttle girl years ago myself-pwerful and sad

Reviewed by Taylor Ryan

Reviewed on January 22, 2007

Wow ken, this hit me hard. I could feel the anguish and see those curls and eyes. I remember my father trying to explain this to me as a grown woman. The impact is still the same. I know a dad struggling with this possibility at this very minute and the thought of the look on his children's faces is killing him as is the fact that it's something he never thought he would come to in this world of wanting everything to be perfect. You'll have me thinking about this one all night.
~Taylor

Reviewed by Flying Fox Ted L Glines (Reader)

Reviewed on January 14, 2007

Perfectly awesome, Ken. Moms and Dads can sometimes too easily distance themselves from each other but the kids feel the loss so deeply (as if they are being thrown away along with the marriage), and you captured their anguish very well in this poem (and you did it through the eyes of the Dad). Fine work!

Ted