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......

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