When I was five,
You taught me how to ride a bike.
You guard our ever wondrous hive
And I’m proud that we look alike.

When I was thirteen,
You told me not to fall for boys.
“Don’t worry, dad” I said.
But then I fell for a broken toy.

Now, I’m seventeen,
“You’re almost grown up, bud.” I heard.
But in my mind I always say,
“Dad, I’ll always be your little girl.”