Daddy’s World
She grew up Daddy’s Girl,
Pigtails and pink hiking boots.
Scraped knees from climbing trees.
Calloused hands from softball and
Hitting the heavy bag.
She studied hard.
She played hard.
She fought hard.
Now, she is out in Daddy’s world.
A world full of sharks
With loose hands
And sharp teeth.
She still has scraped knees
From crawling up life’s ladder
And calloused hands from fighting
Off the sharks on land.
She still plays hard.
She still fights hard.
She grew up Daddy’s Girl,
A girl he taught how to fight.
A girl he taught how to survive.
A girl he taught
How to thrive out there
In Daddy’s world.
Roy W. Backes
© 2021
Roy W. Backes - Poetry 