She calls me Pops
And I call her Dots
I say I love you lots
She just smiles and walks away
One of those games she likes to play
But I know she loves me, even if she doesn’t say
We were close through the early years
Over football we bonded through the cheers
When we lost, we even shared a few tears
Two peas in a pod, we were thick as thieves
At night I would be on my knees
Praying to God don’t let her change, please
But now she says this is what teenagers do, we rebel
I say, ” But you are not a teenager, you are only twelve.”
Then she does an uugggh or some kind of tribal yell
But I know this time is only temporary
Because I’ve been through it before, her sisters and me
So I let it go and wait for the time when she will see
That good old pops was smarter than she thinks
And not everything I do really stinks
Because it will be over before she blinks
Then one day on her wedding day
I will be the one who gives my dots away
We’ll be on the dance floor when the music starts to play
She’ll look at me and say “hello pops”
And I’ll smile at her and say “hello dots”
Maybe, just maybe, she will say I love you lots
Short Are The Years by Jason Crabb-
Slow Down by Nichole Nordeman-
Fast by Luke Bryan –
My Last Breath by Black Stone Cherry-
Female by Keith Urban –
Woman, Amen by Dierks Bentley –
Gracie by Ben Folds-
Beautiful post.
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thank you
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I LOVE this! It sounds like you and your daughter are close. That’s awesome!
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Thank you. We are but teenage years are starting to show some distance but it will be okay Been through it three times before lol
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wow! you captured parenthood and the phases of the parent child relationship perfectly
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Guess I did. Didn’t even catch that lol. Thanks.
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Awe!
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Thanks
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