My Little Girl

[Cheza]

My Little Girl

The waves crash violently on the shore.
My heart beats fast with glee.
I watch the feet of my little girl.
She runs across the sand, flinging water up with each step.

I run up to catch and hug her.
But she only laughs and runs away.
Away farther and farther into the deadly waves.
I run faster and my heart beats just as fast.

But just when I get in arms reach she slips away.
Further and further into the crashing waves. Dead!
She was to young , to young to die.
So much ahead of her, so much ahead for me.

I can only scream, shout, and cry.
And wish I could have her back.
I carry on to my ship and sail the sea.
Sail the same sea that took her life.

When the ship lands, there stands my wife.
Holding in her arms my two little boys.
They hug me and I hold back my tears.
"Daddy" They say "Daddy we love you."

We bored the ship and sail further away.
But not far enough for me to forget my little girl.
For she was to young,, to young to die.
So much ahead of her, so much ahead of me.

We get off the ship and soon I have another son.
For awhile my troubles seem far away.
We stay in the land and live happily.
I have fun with my boys.

Our last journey is now beginning.
And I wonder what will happen there.
Yet what about my little girl, she was to young to die.
So much ahead of her, so much ahead of me.

We settle in and not too long my sons have left home.
Till one day my oldest, now wiser, comes to me.
In his arms he carries his two sons.
I smile at the joy of being a grandfather.

I spend time with them.
My second son comes to me with yet a third.
A third grandson. Will I ever have another girl?
She was to young to die, so much ahead of her.

Years pass as my grandsons grow older.
Then one day my second son comes to me once again.
Only now he carries a little girl.
My heart jumps with glee, my little girl.

She runs towards me with a smile.
I open my arms and she clings to me.
She stays with me and sings songs.
I hope this will never change.

But illness takes over me, but my little girl still comes.
She still comes and tells me all her stories.
About unicorns, mermaids, and little girl things.
But the greatest thing to hear is her singing voice.

My life slowly drains away, but get well soon cards I see.
I know I won't be here much longer.
There is only one thing to say to my little girl.
"I love you.". My life is gone.

My soul is lifted high and I see my wife crying.
I wish I could really say good bye.
I watch as they put my body in a coffin.
How could that be me, that can't be me.

I see my little girl wrapped in a blanket.
She holds back tears, then she lets them flow.
As I turn around I face the Lord.
"It was your time to leave her."

With that I shake my head.
My first girl runs to me.
I will always have my little girls.
I will just have to wait to have both.

*In memory of Bill Goodwin and his little girl who never saw this earth. Both died to young, but only he got the greatest thing of all: The ability to love.*