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The Ballerina
by Melina Raven Maness DieboldTwirling, swirling
Rosy pink
Satiny, shiny sparkles
sequins and golden glitter
A little girl with corn-silk hair
framing her world-weary face
Dances to a music-box lullaby
Her coffee-bean eyes
waltz over every twist and turn
Her tiny ears play the music-box melody
over and over
And she cries
and wonders
Why her Daddy doesn't watch
when she does her pretty dance
such a precious prance
for an unseen audience
She imagines her father sitting there
She can hear his pretend claps
and see his make-believe smile
When the day is gone
and her bed-sheet curtain is drawn
this little doll
finds herself a corner
closes her weary eyes
and fills her hours
with daydreams
She'd love to be
His ballerina 04/02/2002 Posted on 04/02/2002
Copyright © 2025 Melina Raven Maness Diebold
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Roger J Kenyon on 03/04/03 at 04:47 AM Thank you Ms. Maness for reading my poem and your kind, warm comments Keep writing.
Sincerely,
Roger Kenyon.
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| Posted by Roger J Kenyon on 03/04/03 at 05:02 AM "The Ballerina" is a fine poem full of light and colour. Thank you. I'm the father of a grown up daddy's girl and can relate. Keep writing Ms. Maness. Sincerely,
Roger Kenyon. |
| Posted by Becca Morton on 03/14/03 at 12:41 AM This is a wonderful piece...God has blessed you with a gift! Keep it up! |
| Posted by Graeme Fielden on 03/14/03 at 02:35 AM i can see why that's a favorite...vivid, descriptive, imaginative...sad, yet a great story too...thanks for the guidance :) |
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