Picture perfect,
Pointed toes,
She moves with sheer delight.
Twirling, whirling princess –
Sings and dances
With all her might.
A voice raised true
And arms out flung,
She does not have a care.
Her heart extols her virtue
No audience is there:
Except for me, a smiling mum
Watching through the glass.
Wishing childlike confidence
Might last when youth has passed.
Smiling mum? you? nah, a beaming mum!!! 🙂
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So true. :)x
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