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When fairytales were for little girls
Once upon a time there was a special hour for little girls
before they put down their heads into dreamland
a time for dads to read stories about heroes
saving damsel’s in distress
This was the time I remembered most
about growing up as a daddy’s girl
because in between stories of sleeping beauties
and girls full of cinders
were my dreams of happiness
I grew up remembering so fondly
those bedtime sessions
thinking my dad was the only hero
in my life
It was for all those memories
that I missed the moment you took off your
helmet of shining amour
caught my eye
and stepped into my life
In my search for a hero
you saved me
when even my dad couldn’t
and I needed saving the most
With a brave heart and kind eyes
you protected me
with your shield and love in your heart
and I swooned
So I still remember when fairytales
were for little girls
and sadly, because I was looking too hard
I don’t remember the beginning of my fairytale with you
And even though I’m not that same little girl
I know with my fairytale knowledge
that our story will be nothing more than
a Happily Ever After
I love this
I was emancipated at the tender age of 16. Unknowingly signing papers that led to my emancipation, whereby my boss at the time (a vietnam vet, and someone who treated me soley as 'his daughter') left some of the fondest memories of my life during those turbulent years. There was no romantic involvement, and of course, confused child I was, I ran from him too...but he will hold a special place in heart, always, and too, my soul. <3 ~peace~
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...and he asked her, "do you write poetry? Because I feel as if I am the ink that flows from your quill."
"No", she replied, "but I have experienced it. "