Ballet Shoes

Yellow roses in her hair
As she danced around the room
Upon her ballet shoes.

In the stories of her life
She made her family happy
They grew to be the ones
To dance in her footsteps.

Her smile never faded
Even on those days
When the doctors told her no
She fought them like a beast.

Now eighty four years later
Her shoes were gone for good
Covered in yellow roses
Were placed upon her grave.


Enid Ratcliffe
1930-2014

Author's Note

Ignore grammar problems, ignore spelling mistakes

Reviews

[Najam Us Saher]

It is very sad write. I like the way you described.