annaliesey Posted March 15, 2015 Share Posted March 15, 2015 shoes from the second hand box Cost me a pound Something to do on a Thursday afternoon It's only half an hour Social time with other mums Drink our tea and coffee Whilst our daughters made friends I'm not buying the uniform yet Borrow a hand me down outfit She wants to fit in And they all look cute in pale blue Next comes a kind of bun She says they've thrown feathers And had great fun Something about good toes And shows me naughty toes Peering around the door Watching the big girls You can come in and watch if you keep quiet My noisy girl is so silent and in awe Humming a tune for the dressing up dance Rushing to her pose at the end She's hiding to not get caught Her fantasy and belief so real Gosh it's exam time How did that happen She says she mustn't squash the fairies And she's serious New socks New shoes New hair pins Leotard and skirts washed Rosette on Yellow flowers in her hair She skips off holding teachers hand And throws me a grin New dances, New language Proud and beautiful she has a passion I hear her jumping in her bedroom No more karate or brownies She wants to do more of this We find the money Now she's wearing blue eye shadow She's herself in the lights Wants it to last forever daydreaming, marking things out Watching herself whenever she can Can't speak without spinning Can't stand still unless turned out Doing homework in the splits Admiring her six pack Twenty eight pairs of shoes I've kept them all for her To remember all the hours her good toes spent in them Her one pound shoes in a frame above her door Thank you for taking me mummy 22 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
JulieW Posted March 16, 2015 Share Posted March 16, 2015 I found this one by an unknown author which I put in my son's graduation year book I made for them all (quite appropriate during audition season)... Common sense would tell parents not to send their children to a ballet school. Common sense would tell teenagers there is a wider and happier world beyond the gruelling structures of daily barre and class. Common sense would tell the graduating student there are infinitely superior ways of making money than joining a professional ballet company. Common sense would tell a young dancer that very few (laughably few) of his or her colleagues will ever make it to the top or even near the top. Yet... there remains the dance and the dancer. 14 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
jade Posted March 16, 2015 Share Posted March 16, 2015 Lovely poem and all so true x 1 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
annaliesey Posted March 16, 2015 Author Share Posted March 16, 2015 Thanks for the likes I wrote this at about 2am one evening when my husband kept me awake with his awful snoring when he had a cold haha 3 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
taxi4ballet Posted March 16, 2015 Share Posted March 16, 2015 Love the bit about it being for half-an-hour for one afternoon a week Little did we know where it would all lead!!!! 3 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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