Tuesday, June 05, 2018
The Dancer––poem by Dorothy
The Dancer
She looked into the mirror
and did not like what she saw:
an old woman, bent,
and shuffling as she walked.
But inside, her spirit
was dancing, dancing.
She paused for a moment
and then became the partner
of the dance and her feet
never touched the ground.
Dorothy Walters
April 29, 2018
She looked into the mirror
and did not like what she saw:
an old woman, bent,
and shuffling as she walked.
But inside, her spirit
was dancing, dancing.
She paused for a moment
and then became the partner
of the dance and her feet
never touched the ground.
Dorothy Walters
April 29, 2018
