Poem -

My Tiny Dancer

My Tiny Dancer

Little girl, five foot four, three years was knocking at my door.
Rambunctious hair, woven neat, come sit beside me, I saved your seat.
I see you now so clear to me, i see your smile was meant for me.
I didn't before three years ago, my ego thick, my concious slow.
But that was then and this is now, so hold my hand and take a bow.
We're where we are, I'm not sure why, but the clouds have cleared from them darkened sky's.
We're where we are, I'm not sure when, give me the address, I'll get a pen.
Your still the same from times ago, but I've now caught up, you know I'm slow.
That tiny girl, once five foot four, has shrunken now, but her heart still soars.
‚ÄčThat tiny¬†dancer five foot three, twirling round, still sings for me.
Tiny dancer in my head, my hunger, my love, my soul well fed.
She's five foot three with locked out knees...but will always look like a giant to me x

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