When I was a little girl,
My father used to teach me a little trick.
“watch me,” he said as he twirled,
For he was once a ballerina.
As he whirled- like a beautiful plane,
Arms stretched out- poised for flight.
For he was the king of the sky,
“all you need is a little imagination and might.”
He bought me shoes- pointed and elegant,
Ballerina shoes, pretty and pink.
Around 25 pence, for it was discounted,
And away I twirled and chased away my woes and blues.
Joy, freedom, love!
Was the words I wanted to shout at the world.
Watch me as I twirl!, as innocent as a dove,
I was in a sea, for I alone, the exquisite pearl.
As time stretched and I was left alone,
I found a stash, hidden beneath the floor.
A beautiful pair of worn-out shoes,
Poised and a photograph of an old man who used
To take me to places, I yearn & wonder.