She waits, and when the music starts to play,
She moves in a very artistic way,
The beauty just unfolds, as we sit and behold,
so very real, so very bold,
Oil has been poured out for this,
As if she has been filled with spiritual bliss,
In movements that say, I was born to dance this way,
and so this gift goes on display,
as she dances.
This truly is a special form of art,
We know that it is really from her heart,
So powerful so real, this dance that we can feel,
with such beauty and appeal,
I’m blessed, every time I get to see,
For this one means a little more to me,
For this beauty that is shown, is from one of my own,
and now the secrets known, my daughter dances.
H. S. I. By Charlotte B. Williams (c) 2015-20.
This poem is about the joy I felt when I found out my daughter Kelly was a dancer.
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