Daddy’s Girl

I was born one morning in a small southern town.
Kinfolks came from all around.
A tiny bundle placed on Daddy’s knee.
A miracle Daddy was, looking down at me.
I remember holding onto his fingers as we walked.
I remember the whispers and the kisses and talks.
He spent every dime when I became ill.
He just had to find that magic pill.
I could see the pain because it reflected in his eyes
As I tried to fight against Polio and it’s deadly lies.
He carried me locked around his waist for years.
And I watched him shed so many gut wrenching tears.
I heard him begging the doctors for a cure.
How long could Daddy this pain endure?
Then came the braces and the whirlpool tubs.
While Daddy worked Grandma rubbed
Those tired weak muscles that didn’t seem to walk.
Endless days Daddy worked and not once did he balk.
He only prayed harder that his little girl would one day walk.
There is no amount of money I would take
For my sweet Daddy during all those touching heartaches.
Daddy’s are special to every little girl.
Daddy in my eyes was from out of this world.
No one compared to him in my eyes.
For he loved me unconditionally and without disguise.
Now Daddy’s in heaven and I am missing a part.
There is a great big whole inside of my heart.
But I know Jesus is happy with Daddy up there.
And one day with Daddy all my memories I’ll share.
Polio visited me and left just like Daddy said.
All because Jesus heard Daddy praying beside my bed.
I was a Daddy’s girl then and I am still to this day.
I just have to wait till Jesus takes me to heaven to stay.

Written by Sybil Shearin
(c) 11-2002

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