The Dancer
She waits behind the curtain
Just before she takes the stage
Anticipation and anxiety
Consume her tiny frame
Tightly fitted ballet shoes
And her hair in a bun
Her costume is timeless
The skirt is waiting to be spun
Finally it's her turn
It's the cue to begin
One foot takes the stage
And she twirls like the wind
By Kathy Worrell
8-23-07