April 7, 2022

An Ode to Who we were & Who we are Still.

I watch the little girl twirl in the sun,

Her tutu reflecting light like diamonds

As she skips along for a day of fun;

My own memories return like sirens

A Proustian moment, sans scent, strikes me,

A visual reminder of my youth,

Hopes I had while Dad bounced me on his knee,

But I am older now—this is the truth,

But age does not matter; we all have dreams

And continue to evolve, twirl, and skip

Like the young girl who dances while she beams,

Who does not care who sees—or if she trips!

Follow the tiny dancer in your soul;

Remember her because she makes you whole.


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