My little boy came up to me
His face was full of pride
His eyes revealing lots of love
That came from deep inside.
I took the paper from his hands
He waited anxiously
Anticipation a response
To what he'd drawn for me.
As I carefully unfolded it
I searched the childish scrawl
Sorting out the bits and pieces
Of the things he tried to draw.
With eagerness, he pointed out
That's you standing over there
And there is Daddy with a smile
That I gave him to wear.
The pretty rose you're holding
I made it just for you
The sun was shining on a happy day
And sky was a baby blue.
The setting seemed so beautiful
With the butterfly in my hair
His drawing said, "I love you."
Though no words were written there.
The childish scrawl remains with me
Its impact goes untold
A cherished treasure in my soul
And worth its weight in gold.
His drawing spoke of many things
Indeed a work of art
For the masterpiece he'd drawn for me
Had been framed with his heart.
"Fill My Cup"