Twinkle Toes- A Poem
Twinkle Toes Grace in me mostly fleeting. Focused on the music, I feel my loud yet gentle heart, beating. Sashay on the stage with butterflies Still, wide smiles through Bright red lipstick. Between pirouettes, my squinting eyes scan the dark auditorium. I see you beaming with pride. Around the living room gracelessly you flailed I looked at you askance. You called me twinkle toes, I called you dad. With ballet I taught you to fly. .