Ballerina Girl

the pirouette

The Ballerina Girl
The Ballerina Girl
Mother Daughter Love
Mother Daughter Love
Let me whisper something to you
Let me whisper something to you
shy
shy

            With a flash of color and flying hair, a young girl danced around the corner to make her appearance in the dining room. She stopped suddenly, a look of surprise registered on her face. Composing herself, she smoothed her stylish, delicately layered, moss green skirt. Though only about fourteen years of age she looked attractive and modestly trendy in a renaissance styled, opalescent colored blouse. She had long satiny, perfectly straight, fawn-colored hair which flowed about her shoulders. Her small feet, poised in a perfect ballerina stance, were encased in delicate white slippers.

            She caught the eye of her father and he moved quickly to her side. With a regal bearing beyond her years she stood nimbly on her toes and her father presented his cheek to her to receive a light kiss.

            As the girl was introduced, her dark brown eyes smoothly made the rounds, resting on each guest as they came to them. When former conversations resumed, Elizabeth immediately made her way to her mother’s side. With a smooth motion she leaned confidentially over to her and whispered something in her ear. Her mother turned to look at her with slightly raised eyebrows but said nothing. They looked at one another for a moment, not enough to distract the guests, but long enough for mother to communicate whatever point she was making across to her daughter.

            All at once, Elizabeth shrugged her shoulders slightly, was up on pointed toes, arms stretched gracefully from her side, and pirouetted to music only she seemed to hear and danced over to the wicker chair by the sideboard. There she bent her long slender form and picked up the family cat who started purring instantly. Purring back at the cat Elizabeth buried her face into the soft white fur as she cuddled her gently in her arms. Holding her like a baby, Elizabeth crooned lovingly as she scratched her gently behind the ears. After a time the cat jumped from her lap, indolently stretched and headed out of the room. Elizabeth sighed as she watched her go and turned her attention to the adults conversation.

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rls4immanuel 6 years ago

Ulrike Grace! How naturally your words bring the imagination to life. Well done! I hope you continue to explore the depths of your writing gift. Remember who is the Giver.


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UlrikeGrace 6 years ago from Canada Author

Thank you rls...and yes that is something we always have to remember...who the gift is from and who it belongs to...bless you

UlrikeGrace


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RevLady 6 years ago from Lantana, Florida

WOW, reading this hub was like snuggling up in my lounger chair with a favorite book. It was a wonderful experience. Thank you.

Forever His,


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UlrikeGrace 6 years ago from Canada Author

Thank you RevLady...I look forward to seeing where this Elizabeth is going to take us...I like her...thanks for stopping in and having a comfortable read...I sure do appreciate you

Love and Blessing

UlrikeGrace


magdalene 6 years ago

Ahhh, to have the attention, the love of our Daddy--to be adored and treasured,admired, to feel wanted. To get that 'look'of approval.

If only I could get it into my thick head that God, our Daddy is our ultimate admirer. We are wanted/desired by Him. He longs to dance the dance with us, to captivate us by His love,beauty, and wild abandon.

Thank you Ulrike, for your blessed words.

Look forward to the continuation!

xox :]


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UlrikeGrace 6 years ago from Canada Author

Magdalene your interpretation of the story left me flabbergasted. How beautiful. And what an impetus it is too work on a part two...you are great! Thanks for stopping in and having a read...you have encouraged me with my own story!

Blessings and love to you

UlrikeGrace


coffeesnob 6 years ago

Beautiful beginnings and great potential - I am sure you will finish this with impact- you are awesome!


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UlrikeGrace 6 years ago from Canada Author

God is awesome coffeesnob...:-)

But thanks...I do so enjoy this, and when my imaginative wheels start turning, oh my goodness the images and dialogue are just flyin...God is so good...

Love you, thanks for reading

UlrikeGrace


sophs 6 years ago

Awww, this is lovely and so well written, your words flow so beautifully, I enjoyed this, great work UlrikeGrace :)


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UlrikeGrace 6 years ago from Canada Author

Thank you Sophs, I appreciate you dropping in to have a read, it means a lot...

Blessings UlrikeGrace

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