She’s all of three
And whirling ‘round
In circles.
Her tiny hand clasping
What?
The answer hastens
To my eyes
When bubbles trail
To my surprise
And girlish giggles
Tickle my ears
And easily elicit
Tears of joy
From my eyes.
And then her dance is past.
In fleeting childhood
These moments
Seldom last.
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