My Little Girl Poem by Arthur F. Jackson

A little girl in a field of green
slowly she reaches down for something unseen
a smile grows on her face
as she rises she looks off into space
lifting her hand to her nose
I see she is holding a wild rose
with a look of wonder and glee
she comes running over to me
with a jump she lands in my arms
feeling safe and free from harm
she looks in my eyes as if to say
daddy I'm so happy, what a beautiful day.