The dance recital featured girls
From 3 to
high school age,
With choreography
and costumes
Lighting up
the stage.
Our grandchild
in the hip hop group
Is old
enough to know
The full
routine with all the steps,
Her
confidence a’glow.
The youngest
dancers, oh, so cute,
Came out not
quite prepared.
Should they
be twirling? Maybe not,
But no one
really cared.
Except for
one who stood transfixed,
Like staring
at a wall.
I couldn’t
tell, but maybe
She was
crying through it all.
I wondered
how her parents felt
But I could
surely guess,
Since oftentimes
what we expect
Instead, is
slightly less.
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