Little lady dancer
she dances to my fascination ,
a soul that is filled with imagination.
carefree , bliss….
..no gravity can hold her –
Oh,what a kiss!
add a heel, another toe ,a shuffle and hop.
She leads the lot with her teeny tiny bop.
Four years ago, born in the full sac.
Midwives tore at her home to make sure she would not lack
Life – no scream.
He had to be so mean.
She’s not breathing.
What the fuck ? I haven’t even recovered from all the sweat pouring and heaving
Skin on skin contact.
Enough to instil some sense of relief.
Four years later she is tall and graceful,
The word – darling springs to mind.
I look into her eyes,
I am blown away by the compassion I find.
She is my little lady –
Thank God I never stopped being a chancer;
because today I get to see my daughter ,blossom as a true dancer
Feeling proud and excited. Off to watch my Bella Bee d her second Ballet and Tap recital at the theatre , darlings…
Have a great Sunday and as always can’t wait to catch up with you all laters
Posted on May 15, 2016, in EXPERIMENTAL WRITING and tagged Creative works, Emotions, EXPERIMENTAL WRITING, Family matters, GO THORUGH ALL OF THESE, MUSIC BLOG, Write to create. Bookmark the permalink. 26 Comments.