Spinning Top Girl

Her skirt as round and divided as Earth
Once different, made the same.
A gift, a moment, a memory
A friend, my friend and her generosity.
In my mind she stays, on a cupboard she lays
Loved, shared, cared
Her skirt, her face, her hair.
A gift, a moment, a memory
A step, a jump, a leap
A spring is sprung a peep.
Foreign to me but I’ve known her forever
Don’t go away, no, not ever.