Dear Six-Year-Old Me
Dear six-year-old me,
I know what you
Love to do most;
You love to
Spin around
As fast as you can
In circles around and
Around in the living room
Music blaring;
Tiara atop your head;
Slippers hugging your feet;
Leotard embracing your body;
The whole room a colorful blur.
I know what you
Want to be when
You grow up;
You try to dance
Up on your toes
Trying to fly
Just like the
Lovely girl onscreen
Who is floating
Across the stage
Atop two rosy pointe shoes;
You look inside
A catalog of birthday cakes
And find a ballerina
Entirely composed of
Icing and batter
You want that cake
To be made for your
Next birthday
Because it represents
Exactly what you
Want to become
One day.
Though, in the end
I did not become
A prima ballerina
Like you wanted
I have become
A dancer of ballet,
Jazz, tap, and theatre.
If you could somehow
Travel to today
And watch me
Twirl
And leap
And fly
Across the floor
My hope is that
You would be so proud
Of what I became
And so excited
To become that
Yourself.
- Audrey Kerns.