In My Memories

Curtains closed,
All is silent,
To stage left she waits,
Adorned in blue velvet, gray tulle, and flowered lace,
On her feet the first of pointe,
Few others of pointe wait with her,
All the rest is slippers,
The violins begin to sing,
Her time has come,
Gliding gracefully out,
Beauty and Majesty in all she does,
Her arms stretched outreaching,
Her feet moving to the rhythm waltz one-two.

The light shone brightly over the dancers,
Not a fear of the people,
Nor a step of wrong,
Taking in all the nostalgia,
Gracefulness filling her heart with happiness,
The violins are silenced,
She glides to a halt,
The curtains then close,
Behind them,
Cheering is heard,
Questions as to why she left flooded her,
She never realized how much happiness this brought her.

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