Young child girl, being paid attention to and going
constantly to the dance floor with her Mom and
Grandma.
Doing her best to move in rhythm with them, her
young body not totally being introduced to the rhythm
of moving in dance steps.
Then Mom was singing karaoke, and she wanted to be
included, so Mom picked her up and continued singing,
beautiful voice, yet now the child's holding onto her
leg.
A quiet masterpiece to one day be painted into a
picture of prose.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem