My little girl came up to me
Her face filled full of pride
Her eyes revealing lots of love
That came from deep inside.

I took the paper from her hands
She waited anxiously
Anticipating a response
To what she'd drawn for me.



As I carefully unfolded it
I searched the childish scrawl
Sorting out the bits and pieces
Of the things she tried to draw.

With eagerness, she pointed out
That's you standing over there
And there is Daddy with a smile
That I gave him to wear.



The pretty rose your holding
I made it just for you
The sun was shinning on a happy day
And the sky was baby blue.

The setting seemed so beautiful
With the butterfly in my hair
Her drawing said "I love you"
Though no words were written there.



The childish scrawl remains with me
Its impact goes untold
A cherished treasure in my soul
And worth its weight in gold.

Her drawing spoke of many things
Indeed a work of art
For the masterpiece she’d drawn for me
Had been framed with her heart!



© 1988 Marilyn Ferguson

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