A poem I wrote about a 9 year old little girl with Down Syndrome whom I love dearly.
|How do you wear innocence so casually?
Twirl you skirt, flip you hair, for all to see.
Crash to the floor and skin your knees
And come back up, silly with glee.
You'd rather dance alone than with another
You with yourself makes the best partner.
Dance the night away on your little feet.
They'll suffer so, you'd never take a seat
Those almond shaped eyes could ask for anything,
Yet all they ask for is one more dance.
Twirl you skirt, flip your hair, for all to see.
How do you wear innocence so casually?