 A dream she would never let die; She practised to perfection, In the dance she can almost fly.  The music starts, she's up on her toes, A talent for dance she's been blest; Our hearts are glowing with pride, With each movement she gives her best.  The sweetest moments to recall, stay locked within our minds... those moments with our children, by far the sweetest kind. We hold the memories tightly and time does not impair... The bond between the parents, and the sweet child in their care. To see our daughter dancing, and growing more each day... These moments are so precious, and too soon they slip away.           |
