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

5 comments:

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...

Molly:

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!