By Cindy Lynn Ray, age 12
Floating through time
We never stand still
Leaping and twirling
Always we will.
First we just wriggle
Until we can crawl
Then we are leaping
We’re growing so tall!
Separation comes
With the very next steps
Are we all done?
Or should we finish the rest?
Fin’lly we find our
Partners so dear
Beginning a waltz
There (Heaven), not just here.
As we grow old and leave
We are dancing still
Leaping and twirling
Always we will.