A Daddy’s Girl despite why we argued or how;
Thus, better to hide among life’s background noise.
Six decades have passed; I hear his words even now.
Compromise was the quieter, less tiring voice.
Exhausting my arguments one too many times,
I delved into service, believing it wise.
I sought comfort and purpose from childhood rhymes,
Discerning a modicum of truth from the lies.
Ambitions still there; might I risk them now grown?
And yet a daughter still…how can that be?
My sensitive soul recalls dreams of my own,
Attempting to live a life fashioned for me.
Clearly, the conscious obliged by my heart
Has reasoned the artistic yearn much too strong.
Time to break childish habits apart!
Grasp hold of the hour and release my own song!