The poet sings. Click below and to the right to listen to “Where Oh Where Did My Little Girl Go” — Words, music, vocals, and guitar strumming by Jonathan Potter ⓒ 2024
I’ve got a daughter With moonlight in her soul With sunlight in her heart And noodles in a bowl Today she’s 17 And I am 59 Somewhere in between There seems to be a line Between the young and old Between the sea and sky Between silver and gold Between her life and mine Where oh where Did my little girl go? Where oh where Did the river flow? She is the blood of my blood A mystery from me She is a ship out on the sea Powerful and free I watch her from my lighthouse I watch the weather change I send her coded messages And she sends back the same To say hello I love you In the morning and the night I’m flying high above you And all will be all right Where oh where Did my little girl go? Where oh where Did the river flow?
My daughter, Sarah, is a woman now with her own little girl named Sarah-Marie and I'm still asking the same question. Such is life's book of changes and the way everything moves on, then repeats itself in a slightly different way.
Today she’s 17
And I am 59
Somewhere in between
There seems to be a line
Lucky girl to have a poet dad.
A girl with noodles in a bowl is fed for the moment at least.
Give a girl a fish feed her for today.
Give her noodles tomorrow and feed her for tomorrow.
Whatever crosses the table after that is truly come what may.