Becky Hoffman

Daddy's Little Girl

I was no bigger than a sack of flower when I was born,

But to you I was the best gift in the world.


Daddy’s boots, the color of red velvet cupcakes,

Bigger than clown shoes were my top wardrobe choice.


I rode around the house on my trusty steed,

The gentlest German Shepherd I’ve ever met.


I held your hand as I crossed the street;

We sang songs to stop the thunder, which was my number one fear.


I got the love of life from you and the drive to help people;

We went through our own tsunami together, although no one knew.


Like Freaky Friday or Hot Chick,

Our roles have been reversed.


You hold my hand for stability when you cross the street,

You ask me to help you do your daily tasks.


I look at you and wonder….

When will we switch back?


Unfortunately, our movie has no happy ending,

Our roles are now scrambled like the eggs you would make me for breakfast.


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