Do you hear her voice
when I sing you my songs?
Do you see her eyes
when I smile?
More than twenty years
but I know it's not enough
to forget that empty room
I know I have her laugh, her face
I sing her songs, and I choose her faith
but I am choosing to make my own way, too
and I'm not her, and I will never
leave you
I remember it all
building Lego creations in my overalls
you made me wear sensible shoes
My braids weren't quite as straight
as the other girls in my grade
but I was a beloved child
and this I knew
Rainy school days
eating frozen burritos from the microwave
I thought they were the best in the world
Other kids watched T.V.
but my day always ended with you and me
reading a story, the Newberry-award-winning kind
But now I'm grown, and I am free
to sing her songs, and to choose her faith
but that don't mean that I've out-grown
loving you
I know I have her laugh, her face
I sing her songs, and I choose her faith
but half of me is of my loving Daddy, too
and I'm not her, and I will always
love you
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