My Ballet Shoes

Carefully lined in a neat row,

And against the wall they lean,

They wait for me to slip them on, 

And begin to dance the routine. 

My elegant feet chassé and jeté,

With the shoes beneath feet,

I feel like I could dance in front of anybody,

They make me feel so complete.

But time must prevail,

And they become tattered and torn,

Pale pink and faintly faded, 

With holes worn through the sole

Elastics and laces attached over and over,

And stitches undoing themselves.

But this pair will always be special to me,

Part of so many performances,

A section of my life,

They brought me so many joys.

They were my first pair,

My first love,

My beautiful ballet shoes.