Watching my nine year old Granddaughter dancing with others
upon the dance floor.
Looking like a professional, filled with rhythm, stepping
fancy to the rhythms without any hesitation whatsoever.
Smiling and having fun, totally into the melody, enjoying
herself tonight.
Proud of her for she has overcome her shyness through the
music and being with other people on the dance floor.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem