Dancer With a Dream

I wrote this poem for my neice who is a dancer.

 

 

DANCER WITH A DREAM

 

She dances like no one is watching,

practicing in her room.

The music she dances to comes from her heart,

or perhaps her radio plays a tune.

 

The costumes she wears are ever-so-pretty,

adding to the magic of her night.

As the music starts to play, she’s ready…

oh, she is a wondrous sight!

 

On her face is the widest smile,

in her eyes, you see her dream,

for since she was a little girl,

a dancer is what she was meant to be.

 

The spotlight is on her,

the crowd watches close,

as every movement and turn,

she perfectly knows.

 

As her dance comes to end,

the crowd’s applause roars;

she’s such a beautiful thing,

as her spirit soars.

 

She lives for her dream,

a dancer so fair.

So lovely and graceful

beyond compare.

 

 

*Dedicated to my beautiful niece, Katrina.

 

 

Author's Note

Let me know what you think. LOL