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The Dance

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.