Her name tells of how it was with her
Always Moving
At a young age
She danced through the house
Shouting and shaking with
Unadulterated glee

Lying on her stomach
Her feet danced, bobbing up and down
To their own rhythm
While they did hit a glass or two
Nothing would stop her
Constant moving

In high school, she touched
Her hair and twisted
Her bracelets
Constantly crossing and
Uncrossing her legs
To the beat of the music in her head

She was happy moving
And she was free
Her need to move
Came from nothing more
Than her need for sheer
Joy.