Wednesday, October 7, 2009

Little Girl

Do I still look like your little girl?
When I paint my face
And change my hair

How do you know...
That I'm the same little girl who sat on your lap
And demanded that you tell me stories

I don't always know that she's still me

I just see her sometimes
When I get embarrassed
Or exceedingly happy

But you remember more of her than me

Daddy, how do you still know that it's me?

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