Wednesday, August 26, 2009

Mollie's Poem


I am a DANCER.

I wonder if I will ever be AMAZING.

I hear the sound of tap shoes on tile.

I see my face in the mirror as I spot myself after each pirouette.

I want the day to come when I am given the honor of receiving my

first pair of Point shoes.

I am a DANCER.

I remember the first time I ever did a double pique turn.

I feel the rough calluses built up on my feet from months, years of

devotion.

I touch the cold metal ballet bar.

I cry when I feel like I am not good enough.

I am a DANCER.

I understand that I am not perfect.

I say, “ This is what I want to do for the REST of my life.”

I dream of dancing for him…

I believe that I can do anything if my heart is truly in it.

I am a DANCER.



Today I am grateful for a Daughter who can feel this way IN her body.

11 comments:

  1. Give my love to your daughter. Ballett was for 20 years my escape of abuse. Dancing meant I was innocent, pure, disciplined, giving and particularly being someone else. The troubles with my knees now are due to the dancing and I dont regret a single second. Not one. Dancing belongs to the best part of my life even when I started doing it as an escape. I hear certain classic music pieces and I am transfroemd once again into a dancer, bending into an arabesque. Even now after all the knee surgeries my body moves like a dancer, slow, pointed and even some grace is left. Thanks sor this post. Hugs to your daughter

    ReplyDelete
  2. From the time I was small, I wanted to be a dancer. I'm as graceful as a rolling boulder. But I still love the gracefulness in others and I love to watch dancing. I think it takes two people for one of them to be a perfect dancer: One to dance, and one to love watching it. Your daughter probably has many people who love to watch her, she must be wonderful.

    ReplyDelete
  3. the freedom to move in your body and to connected to it is a gift. That is so awesome your daughter feels that way. Sarah

    ReplyDelete
  4. Paula,
    I will tell her about you.
    I am so happy that you had dance to fill your life with such beauty. I can tell by your writing and photography there is much of Grace in you and in your life!

    ReplyDelete
  5. Ivory,
    I wanted to dance too. It is a wonderful thing to be the watcher. There has to be someone like us to sit and enjoy the beauty before us. Thank you for being here Ivory, you mean so much to me.

    ReplyDelete
  6. Yes Sarah, it is a gift. Great to see you Sarah, you are such a sweet support and I don't know what I would do without you.

    ReplyDelete
  7. that's passion! may her dreams realise...

    ReplyDelete
  8. Thank you for sharing that! I never had an opportunity for ballet but I have fallen in love with ballroom dancing. Over the past few years, I have become enamored with dancing, I think because it combines passion and grace. Also, when you last mentioned dancing, I remember wondering if some love dance because it allows expression of emotions otherwise not allowed. <3

    ReplyDelete
  9. Wonderful poem, what a very talented girl you have! We're lucky we can have children and see the world through their eyes and learn through them. I wish her every freedom and she obviously already is AMAZING. X

    ReplyDelete
  10. we felt alive when we read this thankyou for sharing, we are just seeing you are ok as we havent seen on our blog for a while, thinking of you

    ReplyDelete