My brother bent his knees,
jumped as high as he could,
and spun around in the air.
He landed and fell to the floor laughing.
It made me laugh, too.
He said he was dancing.
My other brother bounced his head,
wiggled his arms,
and shrugged his shoulders with the music.
He stood up and shook his whole body.
It made me giggle.
He said he was dancing.
Daddy grabbed Mommy’s hand,
spun her around the play room,
and hugged her really tight.
They kissed and laughed and smiled at each other.
It made me squeal.
They said they were dancing.
I grabbed my wheels,
pushed as hard as I could,
and I let go.
I curved my arms and froze my body
as my chair spun and spun.
It made my heart feel light… and happy.
I was dancing.
Originally posted April 2008 over at the HennHouse.
This sent goosebumps shooting across my skin and tears to my eyes. So beautiful.
Thanks, Susan.
I still get chills and tears every time I see her do it.
Simply beautiful
What a gorgeous girl! I am going to show this poem at my next staff meeting. I know it will put lots of smiles on faces and a few tears in eyes too. Beautifully written.
Thank you, Sandi.
Sue: I would love to know what your co-workers think.
No worries. I will post a comment when the deed is done!
Amazing and sweet!
What a wonderful poem, and what a beautiful dancer!
Karin, this was simply beyond beautiful. It brought a smile to my day.