Daddy’s Little Girl

Daddy passed away when I was just a shy child of 9.
My own best friend ‘til high school,
I was responsible for my own defense.
Siblings were the mainstay of my playmates.
Since then friends have come and gone.
Loyalties came and went.

I’ve spent a lifetime questioning
the validity of my choices,
struggling for comprehension of my plight.
If not for my son and Robert,
I doubt I’d have survived
the complexities of my existence.
And to this very day, I keep tumbling with the tides.

Author: Emma Beane

"My history is still one of those mysteries I struggle with every day..." - [ebeane] ... All original works Copyright Emma Beane

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