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The Dance – Poem

A poem by one of our readers, Dana Maton. Are you a Budding Poet? Have your poem published in MiNDFOOD magazine too.

The Dance – Poem


Pink ballet shoes with satin ribbons
so pretty,
until you try them on

Blocks of wood,
tip-toe pain,
position your feet,
no not like that
awkward, clumsy, different

A line of perfect six-year olds,
professionally attired
give pitying looks
some with contempt
at my mother’s poor, makeshift,
home-made attempt
at a tutu

Embarrassment dawns unexpectedly
and I see the world in a different way
the view from my peers
registers in my reflection
in the wall length mirror
and I am ashamed

They don’t see what cost them little
was sacrificial to us
or how much love
had been poured into this day
and I in humiliation
and tell her I don’t want to dance anymore

But she forgets about the mirror
and I see her sadness
and disappointment
and want to take it back
but it is too late


Auckland, NZ


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