My Daughter(s)
If I an artist were,
Most lovingly I'd trace
Upon a canvas fair,
My lovely daughter's face.
With steady hand I'd draw the smile
That tends to make my day worthwhile.
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Upon her head of shining hue,
For that is her pixie way,
I'd paint the hat she treasures,
All flowery and gay.
With loyal hand I'd splash with care
Some freckles 'cross a nose that's fair.
With careful brush, her eyes, it seems
I'd touch with happiness and dreams.
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No tears must mar those twinkling eyes,
No hurt must chase her smile
She'll be my "little" girl like this
For such a short, short while.
So if she's spoiled a little bit,
It matters not I say,
For daughters are a precious joy
That must be sketched that way.
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If I an artist were
Most lovingly I'd trace
Upon a canvas fair
My lovely daughter's face.
But since I lack a lot in art
I'll keep her picture in my heart.