little dancer at nautilus teachings


she was there
golden locks
dancing upon her shoulders
collecting small
always a smile upon
her pink lips
i watched her,
remembering myself
as a child
doing the exact same thing.
i wanted to run
pick her up
twirl her around
letting both of our giggles
echo across the
cool soft dusk of night
i wanted to grab my paints
take her hand
and say,
‘come on, let’s paint faces upon the acorns,
then we can pretend they are fairies…’
but her parents whisked her away
and i found my eyes following her
wishing to be young
just for a moment once more…
tall beauty dressed in white
her dad is a retired fireman.
as he walks her down the isle
she really looks like
‘daddy’s little girl…’
standing side by side
he gives her away.
there is a pause
a knowing glance exchanged
a long kiss on the cheek
and then
she knows her dad is there
feels her mother’s love
surrounding her
loves hand…
through tears
and smiles
they become one…

we walk towards the bar
grab a drink
and decide to munch on some
of the nibbles waiting…
the golden haired beauty
runs by
plate in hand
acorns adorning the table
where she is sitting
i notice her silver sparkle shoes
soon she is doing handstands
in her puffy white skirt
with shorts on underneath
of course
pink top
bright green bow in her hair
she never stops smiling…
d and i giggle
sip, relax and eat.
the band is playing
beautiful music
lights are twinkling
while an old couple
decides they will
be the first dancers
of the night…
their step is perfectly timed
as he twirls and dips her
spreading happiness
to the onlookers.
little princess is there
she runs in between the couple
they pause
and each take her hand
inviting her to dance.
i marvel at her spirit
her no fear attitude
when the music stops
the couple bows to her
exit the dance floor
and she stands alone…
she twirls
does a few more hand stands
and then
she dances
to the next song
not a care in the world…
we all remember our first kiss
first heartbreak
first loss
so many firsts
but this one
reminded me
of my first bike ride
down the long winding hill
behind my house
the day my father
let go of my bike
and said,
‘sher, no one catch you now…’