My Little Daughter And Me

We lay on the ground in the tall green grass
And looked at the blue, blue sky.
We watched the drifting of snowy clouds
My little daughter and I
Then I noticed a shape like a fleecy lamb
Among the mounds of white
I pointed it out to her searching eye
And heard her cry of delight.
Soon she was seeing many forms
In the clouds up over her head
A kitten, an angel, a ghost, a tree
A child and a funny shaped bed
Her imagination knew no bounds
And the discovery became a game
As the clouds drifted and shifted away
No shape remained the same
So life will change her path and mine
But always that memory will be
Clearly etched of that happy day
For my little daughter and me

by Marian Wheaton

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