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 Please email Marilyn to request permission to use 'The Masterpiece' God Bless you Marilyn for sharing your God given gift of beautiful poetry with visitors to this site. Please visit Echoes of the Heart to read more of Marilyn's wonderful poetry. Marilyn Ferguson's poetry is used on this site with written permission.

   

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