The 12 inch heel, the confident gait, The measured steps, the sudden halt, The blush on cheeks, the smoldering eyes, The hands on hips, head held high, The silken gown, barely there, A tilt of neck, balanced well, The sultry glance, timed right, Perfect half twirl, played twice, With a graceful swirl, she turns back. The world looks on with stolen breath, Oohs, aahs, applauds, encores. The showstopper’s yesterday, Now hangs in a gallery, Fading parchment, guarded unnecessarily. No shadows of glamour come a-chasing, For vacant eyes and sagging skin, For shattering illusions, hanging questions, Am I never going back? Linking with The Mag : Mag 147 Linking with Write on Edge : The Red Writing Hood - The Gallery Linking with My blog can beat up your blog : 100 Word Song : Never going back to Ok Linking with The Velvet Verbosity : 100 Words - Breath
Measuring the corridor in baby steps - Just lovely.
ReplyDeleteThank you so much Kelly. :)
DeleteThis touched me....my "baby" is seven as well. It goes so, so fast...
ReplyDeleteThank you so much Janna. :)
DeleteThis is so sweet.
ReplyDeletethank you Draug. It is always a pleasure to hear from you
Deletethey forget to tell you that it's the parents who feel the growing pains the most, huh?
ReplyDeleteYeah they seriously forget that :)
DeleteVery nice.
ReplyDeleteLovely... growing is over in a an instant.
ReplyDeleteThank you so much Bjorn and yes it is always yesterday that we or our loved ones were kids ...
DeleteAwww! This is so touching. My "little" man is 13 and three inches taller than me. Sigh.
ReplyDeleteLovely piece! :)
We are yet to reach that stage i.e. yet ... :) Thank you so much Ivy
DeleteThey do that, don't they? :-) Thanks for linking up with this sweet piece.
ReplyDeleteThank you so much Editors
DeleteLovely and touching, Ruby! Some memories woke up :)
ReplyDeleteThank you so much for such kind words
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