Forever Your Little Girl

Our first dance I can barely remember;
however, plenty of pictures prove it's existence.
Dirty blonde curls cascaded down my back
as my little feet overlapped yours.
Cheek to cheek smiles,
oh, how I was such a daddie's girl.

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Stunning imagery here. You've set the scene perfectly.

I'm sure that was the last time we truly laughed together wholeheartedly.
Since then, we have not once remembered how to intertwine our arms
to form a hug yet alone a dance.
Teenage troubles overpowered our father-daughter bond,
changed our outlook and
damaged our hearts.

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This stanza is so sad! And yet I can totally relate. I think many daughters can relate in fact. Again some stunning imagery, even though now it's tainted with sadness. An excellent link from first to second stanza and a really great build up of emotions.

Today, I became a wife.
As I floated carelessly through the dance floor with my new husband,
he received a tap on the shoulder as you whispered, "May I cut in?"
Awkward hands and a few steps upon my toes,
we giggled together
and the memories flooded back into my mind,
as well as the love I once kept bottled just for you.

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The happiness returned, but I don't think many things can truly ruin a woman's wedding day even a distance between father and daughter which in this case was overcome and probably mended by this day.

I smiled and laid my head against your shoulder and sighed,
"I'm forever your little girl."

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A beautiful ending to a beautiful poem.

*Written for a club challenge.

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I think I may have read another poem for this challenge - and it seemed like such a great challenge because both poems I've (now) read have been amazing! It would be difficult to choose a winner out of this particular challenge. (:

WOW! 5/5

OMG.... What a poem hannah.... Full of emotions... you have drawn the picture so well out here that the reader is left awestruck and surrounded by emotions...
Like you said the dance with your father after a long time brings you back the moments of childhood, this poem brings afore the same memories of childhood we had with my dad and fills my eye with tears... Throughout, I lived through every word you penned and danced through every emotion you created...

Our first dance I can barely remember;
however, plenty of pictures prove it's existance.
Dirty blonde curls cascaded down my back
as my little feet overlapped yours.
Cheek to cheek smiles,
oh, how I was such a daddie's girl.

^^^
Great start.. this draws a beautiful picture in front of me and is filled with innocence.

I'm sure that was the last time we truly laughed together wholeheartedly.
Since then, we have not once remembered how to intertwine our arms
to form a hug yet alone a dance.
Teenage troubles overpowered our father-daughter bond,
changed our outlook and
damaged our hearts.

^^
so true... teenage years are very confusing and dilemmatic and just creates a rift in your relations..saddening

Today, I became a wife.
As I floated carelessly through the dance floor with my new husband,
he received a tap on the shoulder as you whispered, "May I cut in?"
Awkward hands and a few steps upon my toes,
we giggled together
and the memories flooded back into my mind,
as well as the love I once kept bottled just for you.

^^
I got goosebumps reading this.... the heart of your poem... just cannot define the emotions I lived here...!! Fantastic

I smiled and laid my head against your shoulder and sighed,
"I'm forever your little girl."

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Beautiful end!!! Subtle and effective....:)

Wonderful hannah... A thumbs up for you:) you lived up the challenge it seems...:-)

You done a brilliant job on this one Hannah, I still can't believe out of a wide challenge we both had the same idea in mind!! Your poem is very touching and whether this relationship is true or not, it is one which I am sure every girl would hope for with their father.

nice job xx

Never doubt the love your dad showers you with
Although rare at times! It's an indescribable feeling

OMG Hannah, I was one of the judges for this challenge and I fall in love with your poem.

I felt so touched and overwhelmed by this piece. And the idea that you can only remember your precious moments with your dad is through old pictures just shows how alike we are. I always go back to old albums to capture some moments that are forgotten by my memory but still exist in those pictures.

Of all the dances you could ever choose you chose the one with your dad, and I love it. But what I love the most is even though this piece started out so sad it ended up happily. I am so happy you reconnected with your dad, I just hope I get back that connection with my dad too.

Well done sweetie <3