She hath wings

You lug the giant watering can,

Helping the garden grow,

Content to follow and help where you can –

Running to and fro.

Your sunny disposition is a blessing to me

And I love your innocent ways –

Whereever you go there’s a joyful song,

And pleasant are the days.

All too soon you will be grown –

I must treasure the moments so sweet

A beautiful girl – such a gift to the world –

Dancing, happy feet!

© M. Patterson 2019