A five year old twirling in a ballroom,
Pink ballet shoes and ribbons in her hair,
Captivatingly soft, pretty as a plume,
Dancing around rooms without a care,
Looking around with bright blue eyes,
Noticing beauty in everything she sees,
Irises as lovely as the clearest skies,
She oh so proudly recites her ABCs,
To her, life is simple and full of mystery,
Everything is so new and very exciting,
She’s not burdened by a troubled history,
Never been around arguments or fighting,
The little ballerina has so much to learn,
Not just about the world and pretty things,
For the simplicity of childhood she’ll yearn,
And she’ll realise we can’t all be queens & kings,
I hope her bright pure soul never gets tainted,
That her big heart remains forever this genuine,
And with the right people she gets acquainted,
And take whatever life throws at her on the chin.
-Amy x
