Little she was.

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A cupboard full of clothes. But,

She didn’t know what to wear.

A trunk full of toys. But,

She didn’t have her playmate

A rack full of books. But,

She couldn’t hear the storyteller

A living room full of people. But,

She couldn’t be introduced as “my champ”

She wept, she missed him.

He promised he’d stay but he left ‘em.

She tightened her grip to her teddy.

“Why?” She asked the empty room.

The silence of the walls

Said they didn’t have an answer,

But that they knew she had to surpass it.

She lost her dad that day.

Yes, her daddy, her love was no more.

6 years old she was,

So little for such a loss.

Her small hands that could barely wrap themselves on his neck,

Now had tears in them that the eyes couldn’t hold in.

They joy of being his princess,

Became a lost chapter in the sea of sadness.

Flying in the house with him as her support,

Being the king of the jungle on his shoulders.

All of those moments,

All the verses of love and friendship ,

She asked and pleaded for again and again.

“Please be a bad dream” she wished.

But knowing that it wasn’t,

She wept profusely.

Her mother told her to be strong as she too sobbed

Why was it them, the mother asked as

she glanced at her daughter in pain.

So little she was for such a loss.

Her daddy’s darling she was,

The apple of his eyes she was,

His doll and champion she was,

So little she was.

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