| Daddies' Little Girls |
| Daddies' little girls in so many different ways, each one a reflection of the light in her father's eyes. Affected as much by the kind of husband and companion he was as the type of father he tried to be. If only Daddy realized how he treated his lover would return to haunt his precious daughter. This one independent and strong, owner of a powerful presence in the lives of many. Still she was gentle and loved with all the strength sent from heaven. Along came a man who stunted her growth and suffocated her spirit. Even when he raised his hand to smite this strong beauty, she hid within herself, rationalizing as necessary. Too close to the flame that burned and blurred her vision, she could not see the blows he threw scarred not only her skin but the very soul of her that cowered within. Pure of heart, this second woman found love so young and invested her entirety in its promise. Soon she was at home in love's embrace but unconsciously repeating childhood's drama, attaching affection to violence. At the mercy of anger she bestowed upon her beloved the sting of her fury; if love was to hurt, she would not be its victim. She fought for herself before he ever raised his hand, as she'd never seen her own mother do, she would be the one to take a stand. Behind the disguise of a vibrant smile, she walked a thin line between calm and total loss of control. Loved ones covered their heads, fearing the impending explosion, just as she had all those years ago. Finally, a third daughter settling, sharing, and second placing. She made no ties to have them broken, unconsciously choosing the role that seemed the lesser of two evils- better to be a mistress by choice than blindly led by trust into the arms of betrayal. Finally brave enough to face love, she stepped out in faith, hoping love would light her way. Instead, smacked full on by karma's unmerciful hand. She became what she dreaded, deceived by her man, made a fool of by her own faith. Time and again she unwittingly repeated the example she was shown. When she looked upon the face of her mother, she was taunted by the reflection of her own. Daddies' little girls in so many different ways, each one a reflection of the light in her father's eyes. RLT �2000 |
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