Like a music box dancer
Oh how she twirls.
The most beautiful little princess
my ballerina girl.
She floats upon tip toes
and through the air she does soar.
Bewitched and spell cast
you simply can't help but adore.
Her eyes shining and sparkling
ringlets out line her face.
Like a swan to the music
she glides with ultimate grace.
Like the slippers she wears
her cheeks rosy pink.
As a mother not being bias
wasn't she the best don't you think.
Elizabeth Ann Bushey©
Feb-19-2006
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