A Dancer's Dream

Little snow flakes
Drift lazily
From the sky.

Like ballerinas they
Twirl and dance,
Jump and fly.

With perfect execution
They pirouette and
Pas de deux, a show

Outside my window,
Encore, encore
What a view.

Then the tears flow
As I look back on
My dancing years.

So long ago,
So young,
So fair.

An arthritic grandma
Washing dishes
With greying hair.

Dianne Borowski

Bay Village

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