(c) 2018 Edward York
I sat out in the audience,
And watched you take the stage.
Your moves were quite impressive,
For such a tender age.
With music in the background,
A pink tutu spins around,
Your legs leap up in motion,
Your feet gently touch the ground.
You seemed so lost in the music.
The outside world held at bay.
The hours you spent in practice,
Just for this performance here today.
You performed each move from memory,
There\'s no need to even think.
The spins and leaps keep coming,
Blurred into a sea of pink.
You work so intently,
Concentration shown on your face.
The thing that will be long remembered,
Is the smile that can\'t be erased.