Little Dancer

Out in the garden this morning, you danced.

Bright-eyed, bathed in morning sunshine, and beaming

With that toothy grin of yours,

That charms even the most morose of strangers.

And I thought to myself,
“Why is she dancing? Silly baby. I don't hear any music.”

But upon closer listening, I did hear something:

A songbird.

Several actually, singing playfully to each other,

Announcing the morning's glorious arrival.

And you, echoing their enthusiasm,

With your endearing little bounce, welcoming the new day

Full of promise, possibility, adventure.

My little dancer,

May you never lose this openness, this pure joy.

May your listening ear be forever aware of all the world's music

And your embrace of the new day forever loving, forever grateful.