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She's Not My Little Girl
Contributed by
Nazmythian
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Friday, 30th December 2005 @ 05:45:39 PM in AEST
Topic:
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She was just turning five
When she came into my life
She turned my whole world
Inside out over night
In her ribbons and curls
Her mother’s little pearl
I felt certain
I could give it a whirl
Though I wasn't her father
And she was
Not my little girl
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She said "I already have
somebody that I call Dad
so what should I call you?"
I said "Papa'd be fine
That is what I call mine
I've got a feeling it just might do"
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How the years have gone by
We’ve had a few trying times
But together we made it
Through the uphill climbs
Sometimes we saw eye to eye
Through the tears we both cried
Still, there were
Pains I could never let show
Cause some things in life
Little girls
Don't need to know
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I know I've made
My share of mistakes
But God, I did the best I could
I hear everyone say
Man you gotta have faith
Please, watch over her if you would
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'Cause now she's turning eighteen
She’s spreading her wings
Packing her bags
And getting ready to leave
Time for just one more kiss
And I'll try not to miss her
Before she
Slips away through the door
She's a young lady
She's not my little girl
Anymore
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She's a young lady
She's not my little girl ~
She’s more
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( Thirteen years ago, I met someone who probably taught me
more than I could have ever learned on my own about bein' a Papa.
I was also given these words about parent hood just before her
sister arrived ... from a poem entitled Lessons ...
" Learn to enjoy the time
You get to sit and watch them grow
Learn to love and hold them tight …
Then learn to let them go"
Even with those words being recalled daily for the last eleven years, as the
"letting go" approaches it still becomes a very difficult thing to do. It took
me this long to get it done ... but Tanya, I love you, and here is your song. )
**********
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Nazmythian
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Re: She's Not My Little Girl
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by xxbreathlessx on
Friday, 30th December 2005 @ 05:55:08 PM AEST
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| that is so sweet, so raw, so honest. great job. and goodluck on letting go. |
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Re: She's Not My Little Girl
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by Former_Member on
Friday, 30th December 2005 @ 06:07:50 PM AEST
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*is going through a whole box of tissue*
damn you scott! I don't know if it's because I have children of my own, or the fact that this piece is just so brilliantly
and cleverly emotive that my heart feels as if it may burst forth from all the feelings you have encircled it with.
God! What a positively beautifully and eloquently written piece, scotty. You have outdone yourself with this
one. You should be proud ... not only of this write, but of the bond you share. It is what is truly beautiful here.
And I have to say ... blood and flesh do not make a father ... it's the everyday living, shaping, laughing and
loving with our children that make us parents. And you are outstanding in that field, by FAR, dearest scott!
I love what Elizabeth Stone said,
" Making the decision to have a child - [or invite one into your life] it's momentous. It is to decide forever
to have your heart go walking outside your body."
You have MORE than managed to capture the heart in this, and openly expressed your soul ... even just a tad.
Magnificent.
Is so very moved ...
~Breezy
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Re: She's Not My Little Girl
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by MorningDove on
Friday, 30th December 2005 @ 08:30:26 PM AEST
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Poignant write. The easy part is loving them. The hardest part is letting them go. Opening the door and letting them fly our alone. You love and strength will guide her on her way. She must now make her own choices and live by her ideals. Scott, this is an amazing work.
Rita
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Re: She's Not My Little Girl
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by Former_Member on
Friday, 30th December 2005 @ 09:25:55 PM AEST
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| this is simply awsome!!!!!! |
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Re: She's Not My Little Girl
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by deadheadpoet on
Friday, 30th December 2005 @ 09:30:15 PM AEST
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| Great poem and piece of your heart Naz man. With two children of my own, I can relate. My oldest is nine...but I see her changing and growing everyday. It can be so scary. She was just three years old when I met my now husband, who of course thinks of her as his own. Parenting is a tough job....but with numerous rewards. Peace to you and thanks for sharing, Laura |
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by jessejames on
Friday, 30th December 2005 @ 10:49:36 PM AEST
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great write
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Re: She's Not My Little Girl
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by GurlyTye on
Friday, 30th December 2005 @ 11:07:16 PM AEST
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| No matter how many times i read this i can never finish it with out bursting into tear. there are no words to express everything i feel right now. the only works that come to mind are love.... and pride....i LOVE you papa. and i will always be your little girl. And i am so proud to have you as my father. And i don't care what any blood test says... to me your my one and only papa. and i wouln't want it anyother way. |
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Re: She's Not My Little Girl
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by emystar on
Saturday, 31st December 2005 @ 12:00:12 AM AEST
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A very touching, tender, sweet, wise write.
huggs,
emy |
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Re: She's Not My Little Girl
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by Spike on
Saturday, 31st December 2005 @ 05:36:25 AM AEST
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Hard sentiment, well-penned. My son left home recently and the heart can feel like a fragile shell with their departure. Don't dwell on the emptyness too long - she is off and running, although the ellipse Tanya's traversing will eventually swing back to you. Ahh, parenthood....
Spike |
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Re: She's Not My Little Girl
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by Former_Member on
Saturday, 31st December 2005 @ 12:12:47 PM AEST
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gulp....mine is seventeen...sigh
well done my friend...well done. |
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Re: She's Not My Little Girl
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by Former_Member on
Saturday, 31st December 2005 @ 12:55:48 PM AEST
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First, I must admit I may not have seen this poem had Rxoie not put it in the BPOTD thread. I sometimes avoid the emotional category just because of that...the emotions are sometimes hard for me to deal with. So thank you Roxie, for pointing this out and you too Philly...the intent was there and what a wonderful thought. I have to agree with both of you.
Now, I must thank you for sharing this with us. It has deinitely put a lump in my throat and brought tears to my eyes. I know you did not write it for me but the feeling it was somehow put here for me to see won't go away. I guess for the fact that I can relate to it so very much. I have my own daughter, biological of course, but I have a step son that I haven't been able to see for going on two years. I love him as my own son. He said to me once...and maybe more than once that he felt he had two dads. His Dad and me. I helped raise him for 8 years out of his life. Damn, how much I miss him.
Your poem is beautiful and wonderful. Yes we have to let go but it's difficult to let go of that paternal feeling and somehow we always feel part of them is our little girl....or little boy. Definitely missing them, caring for them, worrying about them, and loving them never goes away.
Thank you so ever much for writing and sharing this with us.
I truly love this poem.
Tim
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Re: She's Not My Little Girl
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by mrpeanut64 on
Sunday, 1st January 2006 @ 03:10:25 AM AEST
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| Amazing write, my own "little" girl just turned fifteen and is trying to spead her wings. |
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Re: She's Not My Little Girl
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by Willofree on
Wednesday, 4th January 2006 @ 11:53:41 AM AEST
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Naz, what a beautiful testimonial to the love and connection you experince with your daughter. I'm sure your feelings are just as strong were she your biological daughter. In working with some children in adopted families we used to point out to these children how loved they were because their parents actually chose them to be their son's and daughter's.
Thank you for sharing this heartfelt relationship with the difficult transition of letting go. The sentiment is intense.
Will/Terry |
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Re: She's Not My Little Girl
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by enigma on
Friday, 6th January 2006 @ 10:53:38 AM AEST
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...wonderful...five little girls taught me...one slipped away, three are married and one is still in the nest...such a pleasure they are...
...wordless...
ron...enigma |
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Re: She's Not My Little Girl
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by lostinmyself on
Sunday, 26th February 2006 @ 10:53:24 PM AEST
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Oh Nazzy... You know how much I love this poem, right?
Just the way it is so full of love and emotion and how it expresses something so beautiful between the two of you.
It's really heartbreaking, you know.
I can't imagine how hard it must be to let go of someone so precious, but I can understand in my own small way, what you must be feeling.
This is fabulous way to express it. You have shown your sorrow and your love so well.
I hope Tanya knows how lucky she is. (I am sure she does)
A wonderful write my friend, and the audio, just wow.
*hugs tons*
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Re: She's Not My Little Girl
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by ilovelillbj on
Thursday, 6th April 2006 @ 11:39:11 AM AEST
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| so sweet.... |
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