Dad
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A little girl with auburn hair crying as you brushed her tangled curls,Her scalp warm from your impatience,You cared so much how it sat,Though she never felt devalued,Your fussing was born of anxietyBut also of pride and love,An unconditional love that never waned,Even when her curls were a matted mess...Now I am a woman with changing hair and bigger messesAnd now as was thenYou worry and fussAnd impatiently try to helpWe might argueI might cryThen I take a moment to appreciateHaving a dad who cares so much.
