Pretty Pink
Tutus
She grabs her
new soft leather light pinks shoes
And puts them on
her feet delicately
The toothy grin
on her face reminds me
Of my old smiles
that I had everyday
When coming to
ballet class as a child
The teacher
calls the students and she sprints
To the small
forming circle of her peers
They hold hands
while the teacher smiles and say,
“Point your toe,
just like me, swing it to the
Back, one two
three.” it was something that my
Old teachers
used to say when we danced in
Our circle with
our pretty pink tutus
It wasn’t that
long ago that I was
There in that
very room with my old class
But it has been
a long time and I have
Hung up my old
worn out shoes and left my
Younger sister
to be the dancer in
The family. Her
smile is contagious
And never stops
infecting those around
Her. Up and
down, pliés and relevés
Before I know it
she is pirouetting
And jete-ing
across the hard wooden
Floor that I had
fallen on many times
Whatever move
she makes her pretty pink
Tutu follows her
command flopping up
And down until
it comes to a complete
Stop when her
teacher is saying goodbye
While they try
to hide the disappointment
In their faces
that the hour passed so
Quickly that it
is now time to go home
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