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The bus leaves in an hour,
  off on a grade six field trip.
She's twelve years old,
She's all grown up,
or so we have been told.

Still she asks for money
               for the trip.
"Daddy, just five dollars, please"

I miss the little girl who used to cry,
  "daddy, hug me tight and don't let go".
Now that little girl says,
"Daddy, I'm not a baby anymore!"

Years ago, I remember taking
     her mother to hospital at 6 am.
12 hours later, at 6:07 she gave
       birth to this 12 year old.

They put her in my arms.
I was the first to hold her.
Silently, I sang to her,
"Daddy's little girl,
             Daddy's little girl."

When we took her home,
   we spent the whole night awake
              watching her sleep.
Loving her, admiring her.
Mommy and Daddy's little girl.

I'll ignore her impatient eyes
that tell me
         she wants me to step back.
"Daddy, I'm not a baby anymore"

Wistful girl who wants so much
              to be a grown up lady.
I smile to myself, thinking
     in my mind,
"honey, you'll always be Daddy's little girl"

With a sigh, I remember telling the
       same thing to my parents.
So the cycle of life goes,
     each generation breaks away
           from the one before.

"Daddy, I'm not a baby anymore"

"Yes I know", I reply.

But in my mind I'm holding her and
                    singing:

"Daddy's little girl, Daddy's little girl"