Pirouette
Soft and gentle, light and airy,
Gossamer and wing of fairy,
(Except those times she’s mean and scary!),
That’s my precious Mary Berry.
Impish, spritely, that’s my Ree;
What you get is what you see.
Wit (and tongue) that's razor sharp;
She’ll play a tune, then smash the harp!
Treasured more than gems and pearls,
God has graced me with these girls.
I love them when they pirouette;
I love them in their grime and sweat!
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for Marion and Ree, a few years back, evidently
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