Tall Stories

by mandaceehb

He used to tell me fairytales and bedtime stories 

Princesses and beasts and elves and mythical creatures

Lull me to sleep 

I remember also

The harder times of scolding and harsh words

Never laced with insult to spark off my determination

Now he speaks to me

Of his past stories– things he’d never told me before

Tales of bad jobs and lost opportunities and mature, adult jargon

And I realize 

That in my dad’s eyes

His little girl has grown up

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