Two Tutus, Too

Two tutus, too Laying on the ground Ballet slippers strewn all around One complete wall with mirrored glass Chattering girls waiting dismissal of class. A gaggle of Moms waiting patiently Knitting and needlepoint surrounding me The one lone island of masculinity That rare father with custody. I smile at my ballerina and she smiles back at me We’ve been on our own ever since she was three I just love being her Daddy And don’t mind the role of also being Mommy. We stay a little longer at the end of class She shows me her plies in the looking glass She smiles at my reflection and says, “I love you” We pack up her slippers and the Two tutus, too.