DAISY THE BALLERINA

Was it just minutes since my darling girl

in dress of purest white, gave me a twirl,

perched on tiny feet, in satin shod?

I turned away a moment ~ Oh my God!

When I turned back, her face, her dress, her hair

which once had been so shining and so fair,

were now adorned with – tomato sauce – of course,

and Daisy, three, showed no signs of remorse.