My untrained limbs are hardly graceful
Mother, before she had me, could dance
I was stretching, and she took the opportunity
To share with me.
The stair railing was the bar
Her toes pointed, and I mimicked, barely
The record of harp music trickled on
We made arcs with our arms like rainbows
Each move with the most sincere intentions
Mother was tired; she was not young
She sat down, defeated
But I, unskilled and naive, continued
I added a twirl and a smile
Leapt away to the moonlight
I realized that my legs were not moving
Arms at my sides
However
My soul was dancing.
Author notes
Originally released on DeviantArt on October 29th, 2003.
http://www.deviantart.com/deviation/3644755/
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A contest entry
- mothers day poems by x Bright Eyes x.
525 points, ended March 15, 2007, 27 entries
Bronze trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest - mothers day by honey bear.
600 points, ended March 13, 2007, 21 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
I encourage advanced critique. Thank you.
Comments
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thank you for entering and good luck in the contest with this very beautiful write
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hi i thought this was really good thank you for taking time to enter my contest and i wish you the best of luck
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This is so beautiful! Such beauty and a suprise ending non-the-less. I love how you describe when her mother sits down to rest and say the girl continues since she's younger, but it's only her soul dancing. Wonderful poem! Keep up the great work!
~Chelsey~
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true
young Verses old
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