You saw how big the world was for her,
counting through the things Amelia tried;
inventing ways to save her.
Happy just to be near her
to gently comfort when she cried.
You felt your luck the better witness,
standing back as Amelia danced.
Off to one side, listening in,
you felt each slide, each perfect spin;
stood perpetually entranced.
Dizzied now of head and heart
by the prettiness of Amelia’s smile;
wishing her small and clever dance
would allow you even one small chance
to press against her softly for a while.
So you clutch these hours hoping
not to be the one Amelia forgets.
Each time she turns to you
gray seems more like blue to you;
she smiles, and gracefully pirouettes.
Then, feeling foolish as time is expiring,
you watch as her steps become unsure;
her wind spun spirit cries to you.
Her eyes become confused and blurred;
another reason why you should run to her,
and so you do.