Spinning. Twirling. Pink and Swirling.
I dance to watch the world spin.
Giggling. Falling. Jumping. Sprawling.
I twirl to make my dad grin.
Strumming. Laughing. Singing. Humming.
He plays the guitar in just that way.
Panting. Flying. I’m always trying,
To run faster than he can play.
Faster. Quicker. Like a flicker,
In circles, till the music stops.
Then laughing, dizzy, hair tossed and frizzy,
The little dancer drops.