Sand castles and building a woodland fort,
No longer the little girl he once knew.
Avoiding was his favorite kind of sport,
She moved on, no longer little girl blue.
New thoughts, dreams ran around and ‘round her mind,
He knew none, cared not, lived his life without.
“Father dearest”, out of reach, not unkind,
Out grown her fort, no need for a hideout.
-Jess
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