Pas de Deux with a Twist: a Poem to My Daughter
Pas de Deux
Light, she danced around the floor;
Bend and bow and turn and step.
Twas though she floated on the air;
The graceful moves she made were smooth.
Her partner's feet scarce touched the ground:
A dancing master would be proud.
And yet, I rue to tell;
'Twas with a broom she danced so well!
Here's How the Poem Came To Be:
It was written back in 1988, as I waited outside the yogurt shop to pick up my daughter after work. She was a junior in high school, and it was her first job. She did not realize I had arrived and was watching from the car.
Inside my darkened vantage point, I fumbled for something to scribble down the main points of this poem for later transcription.
© 2010 Liz Elias