When Sue Sims of Poetry Space challenged me to write five poems in five days, I decided they should be about dancing…And here is the first:
No Dancing Shoes
Strong arms lift & hold me so my toes just touch
My mother’s knee.
I feel the rough stuff
Of her tweed skirt & giggle, wriggle, feet
My father whistles, capering, clapping beside us.
My little face breaks into smiles.
My mother laughs.
© Lizzie Ballagher