The music came on.
The lights were on the stage.
Tiny little feet walked on the big stage.
Wide eyed exciement;
Giggling and looking.
None quite dancing.
But none really cared.
The audience laughed with pride and silly contentment.
Maoster shouted, Mummy!
Some of his friends waved.
The music ended.
My punjabi Prince bowed.
I asked him, " How come you never dance on stage?"
He answered innocently, " I did! I did!"
Oh my, did I deserve this gift of Love, I do not quite think so.
But God, I thank you for this precious gift of yours.
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