Tiny Dancer

Ellie’s tiny footprints

My mother wrote this poem for Ellie:

Tiny Dancer

(For Ellie from Grandma)

Twirling and whirling

Turning and spinning

Over and under you dance.

We watch with amazement and know it must be that

You'll be a dancer one day

One day, you'll be a dancer one day.

Dreams of your childhood pondered in thought,

Your little bed that your mother bought

What color for walls?  What choice for a toy?

Will I be buying for a girl or a boy?

Oh I know it must be that you'll be a dancer one day

One day, you'll be a dancer one day.

A tiny grasp on a finger as

Tightly to mother you'll cling.

Gently and softly she'll rock you

Sweetly she'll nurse you and sing.

Her kisses will soothe all tears away

Rocking till slumber gives sway

Oh, a dancer you'll be one day

One day, a dancer you'll be one day.

One day you'll prance down the hallway

Your sister will lead the way

A veteran dancer; she'll show you how

Brother too, will valiantly bow

And you'll dance the day away,

You'll dance the day away.

Though it wasn't to be that your feet touch the ground

But land on Heavenly soil

Where with the angels your voice now has sound

And you'll never know earth's toil

So dance tiny dancer, dance!

Dance before the King

Jump with glee for eternity

Join with the angels in glad symphony

And dance, tiny dancer, DANCE!

By Jo Lynn Dietz

August 30, 2010