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I remember Him when I was small.
Me so scrawny, Him, so tall.
Since I can only reach His knee
I’ll wait for Him to pick up Me
so I can hug His neck..
I knew that He could do no wrong.
He is My daddy soft and strong.
And should a lion come silently
He will surely rescue me
so I will hug His neck.
Such silly games with me he’d play.
I’m caught in His bear-trap every day.
Tickle me this, tickle me that,
then turn into a pussycat
so I can hug His neck
He’d sing a song about a funny tree.
a bird -
with- a - feather
on -a- wing
on- a -flea
it grows in- a -hole- in- the- ground.
There wasn’t much money, but I wasn’t aware
'cause He’d bring me surprises with the pennies to spare.
I love that tree-
in-the-hole-
in-the-ground.
I was so very proud of all He could do.
I want forever to dance on His shoes.
I burst with joy at belonging to Him.
But suddenly, I grew from limb to limb ...right out of that
tree-in-the-hole-in-the-ground.
I’ll play no more childish games
I wish to be pretty with movie-star fame.
There’s not much else I seem to do well
so I’ll dream of the stage where I will excel.
At twelve, I was not pretty at all, certain for sure that no boy would call.
I’ll wait for the days when I will have dates
and I’ll never, ever come in late ...
So He will be proud of me.
My world at fifteen became Myself.
I’ll put Him neatly up on a shelf
and since now I know all
there is to know
I won’t need Him to help Me grow ...
He can’t tell Me a Thing.
Four long years I just wouldn’t see.
I don’t know Him and
He doesn’t know ME.
I want My life to be My own way
It doesn’t matter,
He has no right to say ...
I won’t let Him tell Me a Thing.
And then one day I realized.
This world isn’t quite real
through just My own eyes.
I’ll take Him neatly down from the shelf.
I’ll go to Him, alone by Myself ...
I’ll ask Him to tell Me a Thing.
Though He didn’t know, I heard all He would say and I sifted, sorted, made decisions that way. I know they weren’t all He hoped they would be.
I’ll make them the best I can ... for Me.
I’m glad that He told me a Thing.
The day finally came, My dress was white. Through the darkened church flooded candlelight.
He stands just as tall as He has all my life,
but, oh, His hands tremble when he
whispers to Me that I’ll be a fine wife and
He is so proud of Me.
He gave Me away. I’ll always remember how I looked back at him when we left that September; and though I knew all was good and right ... I secretly shed some tears that night.
I miss that
tree-in-
the-hole-
in-the-ground.
Nineteen years I lived in His home. Today I live in a home of My own.
The seeds He gave Me ... in My children I’ve sown. They’re watered,
now flowered
now grown.
When Father’s Day comes each year, I sit by my window wishing Him near.
Sometimes the Child still cries at night but Daddy’s not there to turn on the light
and I wish I could hug His neck.
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