My Closet Ballerina

a 5 year olds love of dance

Extent your hand and dance with me.

Let the pace and sway move you.

Who knew the orchestra’s power could move such little feet.

And my wild Oklahoma terror transforms.

Like DR. Jekyll and Kindergarten Hyde music calls her.

In her sorrow she sings the bubble gum blue’s

My baby call’s it: Send My Mommy Back;

While she plays her pink guitar.

Nevertheless, in an instant my butterfly catching,

chicken chasing, horse riding cowgirl

Is a sweet gentle ballerina

swaying, swirling, leaping, and bowing

and of course waiting for applause.

The joys of being a child are never ending.

Reviews

[Fire Mage Andrea]

I used to have ballet lessons when I was younger. I still have my ballet shoes and they still fit.
I also still dance. I liked this poem. You can really imagine the child dancing.
"Extent your hand and dance with me." - A good way to start the poem - with an invite to dance.

[Cherrie]

thank you, Fire I am so glad you could see, and remember :)

[Fire Mage Andrea]

Feel free to check out my work - Fantastica - Surreal Stories & Poems

[Neville]

A thoroughly delightful read which took me back to the time when my own kids chased chickens in the yard and strummed their respective pink and blue guitars.... All Good Things, N

[Cherrie]

thank you, very much

[Laughing-Bear]

My Dear Writing Friend,
I liked this write, it is thought provoking. It begged me to gaze at the ballerina shoes on my wall that my owner used to dance with as a young woman in Europe. Yes this word tapestry made my pneuma muse before my fire. Very well done!

Blessings, Laughing-Bear

[Cherrie]

:) Thank you, Bear I hope she never loses her passion as her on tapestry is revealed year by year and maybe we should hear about those shoes on your wall.