Poem of Childhood

I remember long ago, when I was around four years old.

I would spend my days in the formal living room of our house with my little record player.

Wearing my little pink ballerina outfit (complete with the sequins and tutu).

In my world of make-believe, spinning round and round.

Dancing "perfectly" to the sounds of "Tina the Ballerina" over and over again.

" The greatest poem ever known
    Is one all poets have outgrown:
    The poetry, innate, untold,
    Of being only four years old. "


         ~ C. Morley, To a Child