My daddy is the greatest man in the world.
He sings with his best friends.
I love to play with his curly hair.
He likes to tickle me when I'm sad.
He says "Cheer up, Darcy. You'll always be my princess."
My daddy is the greatest man in the world.
He sings with his best friends.
He cut off his curly hair.
He still tickles me when I'm sad.
He'll say, "Cheer up, Darcy. You are my little princess."
My daddy is the greatest man in the world.
Lately, he hasn't been singing with his friends.
I can't play with his curly hair.
I want him to tickle me when I'm sad.
But mommy says, "Daddy isn't well, Darcy. You're still his little princess."
My Daddy is the greatest man in the world.
But my daddy is very sick.
I wish I could play with his curly hair.
He is too weak to tickle me when I'm sad.
When I visit him at the Doctor's, he'll say, "Cheer up, Darcy. Daddy will get better soon"
My Daddy was the greatest man in the world.
He said he won't get to sing with his friends again.
I will never get to play with his curly hair.
When I'm sad, all I can think about is the way he tickled me.
The last time I saw him, he whispered, "You are and always will be my princess."
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My Daddy
FanfictionThis is a poem written in the point of view of Harry's daughter (whom I randomly gave the name Darcy). I believe it is quite sad, so be cautious. As always, thank you for reading!
