The rain dances down

the window

like a ballerina

dances across her stage.

I once was

a ballerina,

complete with

a bow in my hair.

I wore a tutu,

pink and frilly,

that made me feel

perfect.

Daddy held my hand

and he spun me around

on his finger,

calling me his Princess.

I was Daddy's little girl,

and he promised me

I always

would be.

I'm still His baby,

scars and all,

I'm still Daddy's

Princess.

Right, Daddy?

:)