With you,
I am the little girl with lunch packed, clothes laid out
all ready for a big adventure
barely sleeping for excitement
With me,
You are the busy-bee father with as many ties as excuses
good intentioned but overbooked
leaving me sitting on the curb alone
Eventually the little girl learns disappointment
breathes disappointment, expects disappoinment
but all the expectations in the world do not reassure her
when she is again disappointed in you.
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