Twirling, swirling
Rosy pink
Satiny, shiny sparkles
sequins and golden glitter
A little girl with corn-silk hair
framing her world-weary face
Dances to a music-box lullaby
Her coffee-bean eyes
waltz over every twist and turn
Her tiny ears play the music-box melody
over and over
And she cries
and wonders
Why her Daddy doesn't watch
when she does her pretty dance
such a precious prance
for an unseen audience
She imagines her father sitting there
She can hear his pretend claps
and see his make-believe smile
When the day is gone
and her bed-sheet curtain is drawn
this little doll
finds herself a corner
closes her weary eyes
and fills her hours
with daydreams
She'd love to be
His ballerina

04/02/2002

Posted on 04/02/2002
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