A Daughter’s Dance by Alyssa Grace

She flies across the wooden sea
Her little hands move lithe and free
A graceful step, your wings descend
How could we know your dance would end?

Our eyes were yours to keep until
Beneath the stage, your dance was still.
And now she flies on a stage of white
Her turns are flawless, her face alight.

Where once we watched and guarded you
We feel your eyes through panes of blue
And there above the clouded sky
We know our swan will ever fly.