Dee Dee



Hey little Dee Dee you’re fast asleep.
Don’t you cry, let your mom catch a wink.
In my arms you’re safe, I swear.
Daddy will always be right there.


From the hospital you were wrapped in pink.
Took a few tries and an hour to set your seat.
We drove off into a wonderful life.
Mama and daughter by my side.


Hey little Dee Dee, there you are.
Kind, generous, and oh so smart.
You know mama gave you all her looks,
And daddy gave you all his books.


Baby you’re like my own north star,
When I feel low you fill my heart.
Mama taught you well I see,
Getting what you want, pulling my strings.


Hey little Dee Dee you’re off to school.
Look at your daddy, crying like a fool.
I know that it’s just a matter of when
I’m gonna see that pretty face again.


Don’t mind the bullies baby you’re way too cool.
Got a thousand talents and a handy tool.
Yeah little darling you’ve got a way with words,
Speaking to the world like a chirping bird.


Hey little Dee Dee, you’ve gotten so tall.
Time to trade the tiara for a soccer ball.
Honey you’ll always be my princess.
Mama has for you a pretty dress.


Winnie the Pooh and your barbie doll,
Watch as we watch you out grow them all.
But I’m still longing for the past,
Stay a little girl, make it last.


Hey little Dee Dee don’t cut your hair.
If you do, mama is gonna despair.
You see you got her long brown locks
And her freckles on your face, they flock.


So much of the beauty you both share
I thank God every time I am there.
To experience an unbridled love
I just hope that I can be enough.


Hey little Dee Dee you’re all grown.
Mine and your mom’s lessons you’ve sown.
And now you head out into the world,
A beautiful woman, my little girl.


You’ll live a life you’ve always known.
You’ll feel a love that we’ve shown.
A man will love you and ask your hand,
You’ll say yes and accept your band.


Hey Delilah do you love your mom and dad?
We grow old but don’t you dare be sad.
We couldn’t have asked for a better life,
Than having our beautiful Dee Dee by our side.




Hey little girl I can’t seem to see your face.
You were my baby once but what was your name?
There is a beauty in you that I rightly lament,
My pretty little girl in a white linen blanket.


I had a dream that the little girl was mine.
Created her with love of a beautiful wife.
But I awoke in the darkness and cold,
Gasping in panic at the loss of sunshine.


Every night I lie chewing on emptiness.
What am I dreaming that has me in agony?
A life I led through a disgusting mess,
Shattered my heart in a thousand pieces.


Now I’m scattered among the stars,
Searching for where both of you are.
But how can I find what I frantically seek,
When I awake just as I reach?


I know your face I’ve imagined it much.
I loved your mom as she turned away.
I love her still even if you fade,
My precious Dee– damn, what’s your name?


Oh beautiful girl I’ve felt so sick.
This love of mine for you for her,
Has found my heart turned cavity,
Filled with stones, filled with sticks.


Those smiles lines or wrinkles as you’ve said,
Those freckles that you have I can surely recall.
Came from your most gorgeous, stunning mom.
It’s everything I dream of it’s a beautiful psalm.


I recite those words every night before bed.
Trying to develop the memory or anything at all
Where is my little baby girl, where is my wife?
I’m tumbling into a hole, into an abyss of life.


And as I grow old, I’ve settled into this role.
“How many in your party sir?” “Lady, just one.”
“You don’t have a wife nor a daughter or son?”
“Lady, who are you, why reach into my soul?”


At home I sit in what is my favorite chair,
Turn on the TV, dream of that lovely long hair.
That you get from your mama, or so I suppose.
Hell why I’m at it, also that pointy sweet nose.


And so I sleep, I dream, the TV screams
Of a better life if I just drink a smooth whiskey.
And somewhere along the folds of my mind,
I spot my precious little Dee Dee and my wife.


I open my eyes in confusion and pain of loss
Where am I now? These wires, tubes and beeps
Betray a reality I have never ever seen.
I wrestle for an out but a weakness holds me down


“Mister don’t fuss, try to die with dignity.”
What will fail first I wonder with clarity.
I made you all up, my love and my sweet Dee–.


There in a life he lived a fantasy.