Becky Bennett
New member
14 Years Old. Please, opinions would be lovely.
A tutu flapping in the wind,
like a dove trapped in a cage.
A thousand memories in the netted folds-
of a life lived on the stage.
A wrinkled hand un-pegs it,
Holds it tenderly to her chest.
“I had my glory, those days are over,
it’s now time for me to rest.”
She breathed it in, those memories,
of lights, the stage – and smiled.
Her dove was free to fly again,
as she handed it to her grandchild.
“Nanny’s getting old” she said, -
“This was mine so long ago.
Wear it well, and make me proud,
I’ll be sat in the front row”
A single tear dripped down her cheek,
“Give it to your girl one day.”
She smiled and fare-welled her past,
as she watched her dove, fly away.
A tutu flapping in the wind,
like a dove trapped in a cage.
A thousand memories in the netted folds-
of a life lived on the stage.
A wrinkled hand un-pegs it,
Holds it tenderly to her chest.
“I had my glory, those days are over,
it’s now time for me to rest.”
She breathed it in, those memories,
of lights, the stage – and smiled.
Her dove was free to fly again,
as she handed it to her grandchild.
“Nanny’s getting old” she said, -
“This was mine so long ago.
Wear it well, and make me proud,
I’ll be sat in the front row”
A single tear dripped down her cheek,
“Give it to your girl one day.”
She smiled and fare-welled her past,
as she watched her dove, fly away.