Daddy's Little Girl

I once was daddy’s little girl,
The cute cuddle bug of the family,
That occupation was quite enjoyable;
But being youngest is both a blessing and a curse.

Am I still that little girl inside?
Or am I something grown and flown?

I ponder and wonder, consider this thought.
If I could remain that child inside, would I?
Or is it too late? I fear it may be.

I once was carried around on his back,
Once went on hikes and bike rides together.
Now it’s embarrassing to be with him in public.
Why is that? Because I’m no longer his little girl.

Can I hide forever that I am no longer
That sweet, innocent child?

He thinks I’m little, he thinks I’m his pet.
Doesn’t he realize I’m older then that?
Maybe he does deep down, but hides it behind a mask.

He doesn’t want to give up having a kid to watch
I’m the last. Last out of five.
He can try to keep me at a young age,
But time continues, it won’t work.

I wish it would. Can’t I put time on ‘rewind’?
Go back to being what I was.

Life flies by, you start out wanting it to go fast,
But the older you get, the slower you wish it would go.
Yet it is the exact opposite. The irony of it all.

Can’t I be his little girl once more?
You already are, and always will be.
Can’t I go back in time and relive those years?
There’s no need. You have plenty more years to live.

Is that true? Pah. I doubt it.
Yes, it is true. Believe it.

Inside I will always be his little girl,
Even when I’m off to college, even when I’m married.
Even when I am middle-aged and set in my own ways.

Ah. The blessings and curses of being last.
Years go by, you can’t put time on ‘rewind’,
But you can learn to live in the moment,
Learn to be youthful always, even when you’re worn by the world.

Do that, and you will always be as you were, young inside.
After all, even though the years have gone by, I’m still daddy’s little girl.

I loved this poem. It showed a lot of emotion and it was easy to relate to what you were saying. I am the oldest of three girls, so I personally do not know what you are going through but I can only imagine. I do not know if you wrote this because it is actually how you feel or if you were just writing it to write something. But if it is how you actually feel my advice is that these feelings with your dad will most likely pass. I went through a stage where I was embarrassed to be seen with my dad, but now I am a daddy's girl

Back to the poem...I did not find any grammar errors while reading it, so good job on that. I also wanted to say I liked your use of questions within your poem. Another part I enjoyed was when you added little side notes as answers to some of the questions. I could go on telling you everything I liked about this poem, but I will just conclude by saying (once again) that I loved this poem!
Keep writing,
-Jessa

This made me go awww and miss being a little girl. This piece clearly conveys the fears and confusion of growing older and independent, sometimes apart, from parents.
I would say my favorite part was the end with his thoughts as answers to your concerns. Also, I thought you kept a suiting structure throughout which was easy to follow for the idea of the poem. Good job!

I like it.