An excerpt from…

   Dancing Swirl

Too old to want advice
Too young to know it’s still needed
Determined regardless what I pleaded
I pray there’s no high price?
My little girl
That I used to hold in one hand
A little bundle I’d cuddle and rock to sleep
Her happy cries of glee when I came home would greet
My notice her antics did demand
She was a dancing swirl…

   -gl-