May 05 2008
Pre-school Ballerina ~ randall hall
You, my daughter
Youngest of the pre-school ballerinas
Transported by the quick, quick movements
Of your tiny legs,
Arms floating blithely
Like the wings of angels
Your entire body in a grin of rhythmic joy
Moving in that nonchalance of joints
Sauntering in innocent defiance
Of the studied discipline demanded
By your instructor’s level tones.
How can he know
You will dance purely on a stage of starlight
With every action winged and fired by grace?