The Tiny Little Dancer

The tiny little dancer Sparkled with dreams in her eyes A band of jewels in her hair Twinkling like stars lit the sky. It was owned by her grandma Before she had passed away And she wore it when she danced As slow music would play. She could still hear her voice Soft and wispy in her ear Telling to pirouette slowly Or she might fall on her rear. She looked just like a angel Twirling clean across the floor She danced as if she had wings As if she was destined to soar. Now the tiny dancer was tall But she could no longer twirl A hazy car crippled the dreams that once brightened her whole world. Years later she sits smiling With a band of jewels in her hair And she still looks like an angel- Even in a wheelchair.