When I Was A Little Girl My Mommea The Former Ballerina
Would Float Up And Down The Stairs Softly As a Whisper or Kiss
And Flutter like dove's wings Up And Down The Halls As The Great House
Creaked and Groaned, and the drafty air conditioners took attention
lacy pale pink, white, and apricot gowns of satin always sheathed her tiny frame
as she tended to the children and tended the house, floating around
like a dream.  Even when she isn't home, i can her her swish down the halls
She is always somehow present, at least her heart is there, in such grand architecture!