Too Late

Daddy, I may not be 
the same person
I may not be the perfect illusion
to society’s mirror
but remember?
I’m one of your own, 
I’m sorry if I grew up too soon

Read to me, will you Daddy?
The Cinderella’s and Snow White’s
I’ll pretend like I used to
back in the 20s, 
as if everything’s alright!

Will you recite that favourite
poem of yours Daddy?
Shakespeare, was it?
I remember a line or two
from our strolls in the moors.
Oh and that blue’s song,
What did you call it?
“..just like every night has its dawn..
every rose has its thorn..”

I remember everything
unlike you.
Why did you walk away
so soon?
Was it because of the
shame I brought or 
the ego which restricted 
a father’s hand to a depraved daughter?
Is this how we’re conditioned?
Not YOU and ME Daddy!

Read to me, will you Daddy?
The Cinderella’s and Snow White’s
I promise I’ll pretend like I used to
back in the 20s
as if everything’s alright.