She spins and twirls
Prances and leaps
My little bluebell dancer
Toes pointed
Hands pretty
She squeals with delight
We both enjoy swaying
Listening to the music in our head
Clapping our hands
Silently moving
Enjoying being together
Free and quiet
Just the sound of her little feet
Landing on the floor
The odd chuckle
My breathlessness
Her spirit
Live and vibrant
Her dress moves beautifully
As she turns
It makes her hair glow
And her skin seem like porcelain
She really is a flower
Blossoming in the light
I could dance forever
She says
And I could watch forever too.
