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