on little legs
you run and trip
and spin and sing
to me
your song
in your tutu
and cowgirl boots
twirling down the hall
to me
my side
that you curl up to
you rest your head
by mine mirroring our
amber eyes
you laugh
through your missing
tooth and you tell me
I’m beautiful
like you
I’m weightless
arms spread
spinning
Difficult Degrees 
Sweet poem. I like.
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You ably conjure the image of a sweet little girl dancing and playing; I’m quite taken with this, actually.
Warm regards, happy solstice!
Luke
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Thanks guys!
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My daughter spun and danced at that age. Good memories.
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Simply beautiful.
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You weave this wonderful imagery, which takes me back when my children were young, and the simplest of moments were and are the most important in life!
Be Safe and Have a wonderful Christmas and a fun Happy New Year!
Cheers,
David
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Lovely poem that expresses the joy of being a mom to a good kid. Enjoyed. Cheers.
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aw – this was beautiful – almost saw her dancing in her tutu
and cowgirl boots..
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this waswonderful..this was my own little princess..a wonderful warm share..all the best..pete
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Childlike, effective.
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