
She was awkward
Could trip up the stairs
Always dropped things
Everyone just knew it
She was the clumsy one
Then she found her love –
Dance
She began a class
She practiced all the time
And in no time
Had a bit of grace to her
The night of her first performance
She was so nervous
She was shaking and afraid
But when the time came
She was a vision on stage
Every leap and twirl a beautiful moment
…
She still trips up the stairs
And can drop a million things a day
But give her some music and floor space
And she is ungainly no more
Written for Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (FOWC) – ungainly
Oh I love this poem. Beautiful, Leigha
Thanks so much!
My pleasure 💖