Toyed With...

I had held on to Her,
Against advice and threat;
She'd been my 'joy giver',
And that was an apt epithet.

Years after, came my niece,
And she was in such glee,
And She, in such peace,
That it did only crush me.

The remarks were snide,
Those for Her I'd brooked;
But, I brushed them aside,
For She so had me hooked.

She still looks the same,
Yet, there's what I can't see;
Wonder if I'm to blame,
But She no longer needs me.

That She'd be outgrown,
I'd feared, left an orphan;
If only I had known,
Solely Hers was the option.