Little Girl


Earnest little face
Curly hair
Eyes of a teddy bear
Steady pace
Embracing a dream
On top of a balancing beam.
A heart soaring with all its might
Giggles full of delight.
A room holding its breath
To see how far she would get.
One last glide
Arms outstretched wide
She has nothing to fear here.
Two rings on the ceiling
Little did she pause
Fingers all set,
She left cartwheeling.
Motion in flight
Little did the girl know
How much she won that night.

© Colleen Yorke. All right reserved. 2020.
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