Posted on April 13, 2020
by Helena Toto
Taking his hand, she looked up Eyes pleading to be held Reaching down, he scooped her up Into his arms And the wind blew gently Across their faces As the breeze caught laughter And her eyes glowed In the arms of her father
Category: family, PoetryTags: childhood, family, father, happy
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