Monday, 14 March 2011

Wake-Up Call

This happened to me today.

I met a beautiful 16 year old girl, who until the age of 9 was just another little girl.

She was treated in a busy hospital and given the wrong drugs.

She now has no independance. She cannot feed herself, dress herself, she cannot even voice her opinions or feelings. She lives in a wheelchair with the most devoted parents you could imagine.

This is her lot for the rest of her life.

I kissed her and thanked her for putting my life into perspective.

Tuesday, 8 March 2011

So what am I now?

For 3/4 of my life I was a dancer.
Right into my 30's.
I gave birth to 3 children.
Still I danced.
No more.
I used to say 'I am a dancer'
How do I introduce myself now?
'I was a dancer?'

Saturday, 5 March 2011

A Ballerina

Is what I am.
Or rather what I was
I am too old now
One of my great sadnesses.
I danced from the age of 18 months when my elder
sister was sent for ballet lessons (she was what was
politely called 'bonny')
I sat in my pushchair and the music must have spoken
to me......