Pink BallerinaA Poem by Sanders Wallacedad sees 4 year old's first dance
Precious ballerina,
Pink piroutte and shoes, How you loved to dance As much as it loved you. Little lovely dancer, Unforgettable plie', How your daddy sniggered That utterly adorable day. At the close of the song, All exited the stage. He tittered once again When you alone stayed. And precious ballerina As you grew, it did too. And though you chose no finale, It is always there for you.
© 2015 Sanders Wallace |
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