Look For Dad

Remember when I was in third grade, my first “pas seul” in basic ballet. Off stage, I was nervous, blinded by the spotlights. I had learned my routine like a book, and Mom's words came to mind, “Look for Dad.” His face shown like a star. Past the forest of faceless figures, you both were standing right where you said you would be. I knew that you were praying for me. that was all I needed to blossom. April 12, 2023 an unrhymed, triquain swirl, syllables 3, 6, 9, 12, 9, 6, 3, 6, 9, 12, 9, 6, 3 Sponsor John lawless Contest Name SIMPLY POETRY 2