Twirling around
In my frilly red dress
I wait for my prince
In his over-sized suit
White, with a grape juice stain
To come take me away
Down the winding steps
Into the bright spotlight
Made by the reading lamp
On moms desk
He holds me close
While the slow music plays
From the old radio
By the television
The music changes
He spins me around
Laughter engulfs us
The sun is sinking
Low on the lake
Over the loud speaker
I hear someone say,
Ryan. Kara. Time to go home.
