Innocent Face Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Dance floor crowded, adults loving to step to each
of the rhythms tonight, a child, two years old, up
and dancing with her Mom.

Trying to learn the steps and having a great time,
judging by the smile on her little innocent face,
her eyes sparkling to the tones and notes.

Now jumping up and down, deciding to make up her
own dance steps, her own original idea of dancing,
keeping her occupied.

Music continuing to play in measures filled with
chords and rests, dictating what needs to be play-
ed in order to sound good.