Music Box Ballerina Poem by Melissa Kirigin

I wish I were a music box ballerina,
Twirling to the soft song that plays;
To be gazed upon by a little girl,
As she watches my delicate ballet.

I wish I were a music box ballerina,
With fairly-like beauty and grace.
With a rose colored dress and golden hair,
And a porcelain alabaster face.

I wish I were a music box ballerina,
Spinning when my box was opened;
A little girl could watch me,
Whenever she was frightened.

I wish I were a music box ballerina,
That when that little girl would weep,
She could watch me and forget her troubles,
And then drift off to sleep.