Tuesday, December 2, 2008

Meditations upon Youth

She is dancing
my little niece-in-law
pirouetting to choreography
of Her own design.

She is pure as a dewdrop
lovely as a little fawn
utterly perfect
a young Goddess whirling in the living room

Then She shoves Her Sister
off the piano bench
and makes Her cry
Human after all, beautiful but flawed


Molly said...

So, don't put us on pedestals...We'll have a better chance of living up to expectations!

Janice Thomson said...

How funny! And how true your last line.

Miss Healthypants said...

Ha! I loved this. :)

Eastcoastdweller said...


Not upon a pedestal but a throne, does Woman belong. A comfy throne, mind You. One that She can vacate at Her pleasure to go to Her Yoga class or work or whatever She chooses, without abdicating Her position as a truly amazing Being, slightly imperfect but still adorable.

Janice: Thank You.

Miss Healthypants: True is often funnier than fiction.

Kat said...

and perfection itself :-) I can picture the scene!