I was walking in town and stopped to watch a little girl dancing in her yard. She was dressed in a ragged nylon and tulle outfit that had seen far better days and she danced with her eyes closed, as though there was no one else in the world.
Tiny ballerina, dancing princess,
Whirling and twirling across the green grass,
Blue eyes sparkle as she keeps her own time
To the music dancing in her mind.
Flaxen hair, rosy cheeks, pirouetting,
Hungering for the dance, cares forgetting,
Dressed in pink her ragged tulle on display,
Spinning in the sun, little coryphee!
Now the end of the dance draws to a close,
Reaching, stretching to the sky on her toes,
Breathless, tumbling to the earth without harm
Ballerina falls into her mother’s arms.