My guest post today is by my lovely and talented daughter, Dana. Although she has a full-time job and is raising two kids, she still finds time for her favorite hobby, painting. There are paintings by her in homes all across this area. Obviously, she also writes poetry, and here’s one she says she wrote ten years ago entitled While She Dances.

while she dances

she begins with a playful curtsy

wearing an old tattered dress

her feet are bare and dirty

her wispy, blonde hair, a mess

she listens excitedly

to the sounds of the forest

and patiently awaits

her own personal chorus

her laugh blankets

the woods in enchantment

the world is a magical place

while she dances

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a gust of wind blows up

from the ground;

it gently tugs and spins

her around

its warm, sweet whisper

tickles her face

and demands all the flowers

bow in her grace

her strides

are colorful splashes–

if her heart was a paintbrush

her soul would be canvas

the world is a beautiful place

while she dances

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the sun kisses her cute little face

the animals come together

in a loving embrace

the leaves on the trees

become free

and trickle down

like colorful rain

yellow ones like honey

red ones like flames

and now the trees sway

with empty branches

they all love to watch

while she dances

image by ai