I remember when I was a girl of five,
And pretty, colored skirts were joyous things,
We’d twirl upon our coffee-table stage,
With shrieks and soaring screams, for we had wings.

I hadn’t thought on that for many years,
Until one summer day, we stood to wait
at Main Street Station, for the Disney train
to choo-choo us around the Kingdom gates.

The noon parade had nearly reached its end,
The horse-drawn trolley paused; cast disembarked
to sing and dance, their happiness conveyed
in gay, bright swirling skirts, throughout the park.

I caught the motion, as the circles twirled,
In freeze-framed joy, forever they’re unfurled.

Weekly photo Challenge: Waiting


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