The bottom of my dress
ballooning out,
like a doily on the dance floor.
Feeling like a princess
As I held Mommy’s hand.
Twirling me all around,
Like a ballerina let out of
Her jewelry box.
My greatest dance partner,
To the best drummer in the band.
Jun 16, 2013
Jun 16, 2013 at 12:21 PM UTC
The bottom of my dress
ballooning out,
like a doily on the dance floor.
Feeling like a princess
As I held Mommy’s hand.
Twirling me all around,
Like a ballerina let out of
Her jewelry box.
My greatest dance partner,
To the best drummer in the band.
My dad was a drummer for a local band. When I was younger, my mom used to twirl me around in circles in the midst of people on the dance floor while he played. My greatest memory from when they were married.
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