The Ball

"Daddy! Daddy!" she begged and pleaded...

"Let me go to the ball. Take me just this once!"

He turned from her and shrugged. She then skipped off smiling and gussied up her hair

painted her face... slipped her dainty elegant gown over her 

beautiful soft feminine silhouette. 

She giggled as she looked in the mirror. 

Happy to finally get her one wish.

She then waited all night for him to come for her so she could have her one dance. 

As she awoke on the dance floor, 5 early morn, a frown so

deep shot across her face and a sorrowful tear fell as she became frail.

For by the next day he was gone... 

Time was out.

And no more could she go to the ball and her daddy would never return.

Reviews

[Kinau]

This is elegant and sad, and its very beautiful, you really made a wonderful poem! I saw no problem in it so really, I don't see much to improve on! its perfect.