Emily dancing by Jane McArthur

POEM: Emily dancing

A poem by Jane McArthur


We did ballet!
I know how to do it!
I’ll show you when we get home!
I’ll show Daddy!
The big girls showed us!
I can do the positions!
I’m so excellent!
I can do plieés!

The exultant photographs
mostly cheer me;
sometimes they wait for a gloomy afternoon
to catch me unawares.

Were she still alive
I’d miss them anyhow,
those dancing days,
I’d miss her three-year-old panache,
and the chance to swing her round
in a garden pas de deux.



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