The little girl had a letter,
her thoughts written most sincere,
she paid her postage this late fall day,
in search of a mailbox near.
Her letter was very special,
she spent writing each moment she had,
this letter contained so much more than words,
for it was written to her Dad.
It was late fall nineteen seventeen,
her letter was destined for the war overseas,
Christmas was coming very soon,
she asked him to come home please.
The pain of loneliness,
known by this little girl for years,
she missed her Daddy dearly,
fell asleep each night with tears.
Perhaps he would visit her this Christmas,
her only gift she did not want more,
she prayed for all the other children too,
Lord please end this war.
James W. Spain