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Little girl lost
In a forest of dreams.

John Perry Barlow, I Will Take You Home

There she sat alone amid a dozen or more of her best friends. She said she had a good time. She was being honest. She ran some. A friend took her by the hand and led her to a bouncy. They even sat in there for a few minutes and chatted. But there was a distance most of the day. Turn to the right. Turn to the left.

She doesn’t like pizza. It makes passing the time difficult. I should have noted the pretzels.

Just when everything gets scary,
Daddy’s come ’round for his darlin’ again.

John Perry Barlow, I Will Take You Home

She was all aglow when I agreed to play air hockey. I loved it. She would have played for hours if I didn’t encourage her to re-join the others. A vending machine? Sure, princess.

Not even out the door she was rattling on about this and that. Just minutes before she sat quietly; demure as the little lady she is. We frolicked in the drizzle. Happy times.

Long is the road
We must travel on down.
Short are the legs
That will struggle behind.

John Perry Barlow, I Will Take You Home

She’ll break my heart someday. But until then, I am here for you sweetheart. Homonym lessons. Fatherly advice. When to curtsey. Turn the channel, polite people do not revel in that.

No Etch-A-Sketch “My brother did it” messages. Good times. Father-daughter dances. Field trips. Theatre performances.

Wherever we go, I’ll be right here near you
You can’t get lost when you’re always found.

John Perry Barlow, I Will Take You Home

God bless you, little one. I love you. Now, go clean your room!


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