In Lavender
For this term they're in lavender,
Though last year it was pink.
The little ballerinas
Grow up quicker than you'd think.
They line up in their leotards
With energy to burn
And follow their instructor
As they run and leap and turn.
Each week they gather in a group,
Too young for mean girl cliques
But likely that will change
When personalities won't mix.
For now, though, they're a happy bunch,
So innocent and sweet,
And watching them cavort
In ballet slippers is a treat.
Copyright © Ilene Bauer | Year Posted 2019
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