Remembering your
Pink ballet slippers
That fit in the palm of my hand.
Your blonde pigtails bouncing
With ribbons
Tiny toes pointed
Back straight
Round little tummy
Trying to pull in
The look of concentration
In those beautiful blue eyes
It seems that I blinked
And….
Now, powerful
Soaring leaps
Controlled tight, precise turns
Elegant arabesques
The look of love in your eyes
As your art is perfected
You dance with
Your heart, mind, and body.
Your love touches me
And others around you
As you dance as a woman.
Many, many pairs
Of pink ballet slippers
Worn through the toes.
Signs of devotion.
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Edwin
Be always safe,
Karen
Fee
With Love,
Cindy