A Three-Year Old Teaches Joy
A Three-Year Old Teaches Joy
The singers start their festive, upbeat song, words ringing out.
Their jubilant voices fall upon my restless waiting ears.
Hearing her grandmother's voice her little face beams.
Her bright crisp spring dress makes my eyes smile.
Every spirit starts to respond and stir to the tune.
Echoing lightly off the walls, I can almost see the sounds.
Radiant locks of blond curls bounce as she leaps from her mother's arms.
Roiling river currents of thought calm as my soul watches her.
Everyone watches as she dances up and down the center aisle.
Effortlessly, her legs carry her smoothly as my eyes follow her.
She holds her arms up like a little ballerina, a broad smile covering her face.
She leaps lightly her beautiful dress flowing around her.
Age filled hands reach out; she places her little flawless hands in theirs.
As I watch her spin beneath those connecting hands, my eyes moisten.
Copyright © Hillard Sarver | Year Posted 2016
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