The youngest dancers twirled or stood,
Adorable
but clueless,
While
veterans did all they could
To
dazzle, mostly shoeless.
The
costumes sparkled in the lights,
With
ballerinas prancing
While
hip hop outfits, blacks and brights,
The
lyrics were enhancing.
The
audience, both thrilled and loud,
Cheered
every presentation
And
as the dancers shyly bowed,
All
shared in their elation.
My
grandchild was amazing!
With
her flowers, proudly beaming,
She
soaked up all our praising,
To
be summoned in her dreaming.
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