Leslie

This poem was written when my daughter was a toddler.

She’s got ribbons in her hair,

She’s got sparkles in her eyes,

She’s picking all the flowers,

Now she’s looking at the sky

Running through the grass,

Dancing free like a child,

Never caring that she’s being wild,

Her face portrays a one of a kind smile

Sun shining in the sky looking down upon the field

It almost seems the world can’t help but cast a smile

Opening itself to this beautiful little child

Her arms spread out reaching to the sky

As if it to catch the beauty that all around her lies