My Daddy was always very special to me,
I was what they call a Daddy’s Girl you see.
I loved my Mother of this there was never a doubt,
But that is not what this story is all about.
It is the special relationship only a girl would know,
The one we need to help us in other areas to grow.

I remember when he would get home each night,
I would climb upon his lap and he would hold me real tight,
Other nights he would chase me on his hands and knees,
With me screaming delightfully, “No Daddy, please.”
Oh, my goodness what fun we both had,
I can’t tell you how much I miss my Dad.

My Daddy served in the army during World War II,
To help his country, something he felt he needed to do.
Later on all of the kids in the family,
Gathered around him on the floor with just one plea.
Tell us again the stories about being over there,
Filling his heart with pride but we were totally unaware.

This wonderful man was a mechanic by trade,
Although he never made it pass the third grade.
He would let me watch him work but he had a funny rule,
I had to be quiet it was kinda like being in school.
Listen to the car is what he wanted me to do,
This was the lesson he was trying to get through.

I remember the pain of the divorce that hit our family,
It was like a bomb going off my heart did not see.
All of a sudden one day my Daddy wasn’t there,
I was so mad at my Mother didn’t she even care.
Didn’t she know how much I loved him,
What on earth had gotten into the two of them.

Where was I suppose to turn, what was I suppose to do,
Where was my Daddy, I needed him too.
I never had to worry when things looked hopeless and dim,
All I had to do was make a call whenever I needed him.
He would come to be my side right away,
I am still Daddy’s girl even today.


© Brenda Sparkman
February 2004

Midi Playing: "Wind Beneath My Wings"