Ballerina,

She twirled and turned with the most magical glow,
as I anticipated few falls and for her to go slow.

However, to my amazement and even slight surprise,
dancing melody bedazzled and sparkled in her eyes.

Those pigtails fancied with silky ribbons in pink,
while giving her a smile with love nudge and a wink.

Her personality so obvious in a playful small crowd,
tiny brave two year old who made mother so proud.

Rehearsing weekly for her vast goals to achieve,
ballerina star to be at this young age so naive.

Stitched were the florets in her embellished dress,
silver threads embroidered in each crinoline press.

Twirling, skipping, being the star of the show,
her face was so lit in a beaming pure aglow.

My quiet tears I wiped as I watched her on stage,
as she danced free as a bird who just left its cage.

Then as a trophy was given to keep for all times,
I memorize and savoured her countless silly lines.

I smiled with joy while my heart was on fire,
my little ballerina was a show star to admire.

Although an hour has passed and is gone from sight,
she soars for the stars during her journey of flight.

© 2008 By Janette Ihnatova Dengo

Poem published on Helium. http://www.helium.com/items/1090313-poetry-the-magic-of-ballet