Amazing to see her there,
Sitting as a grown-up, in what once was a very big chair;
She's taller than me now,
I'm just trying to keep up, just trying to figure out how.
The little girl who always asked me why,
Did the older one kill her, did she let her die;
The one who idolized me is gone forever,
And I am aching to have her.
My grown baby doesn't care for me,
I've let her down in every capacity;
But I really feel what I have done,
Because now I know I will never know my own grandson.
