Ballerina Poem by Lauren Saari

She looks around
when there’s no one to be found
as she jumps down onto the shelf

Keeping time to the beat
she’s quite light on her feet
as she dances all by herself

With a twirl and a spin
Life grows from within
as she prances along the floor

Even with her porcelain face
she dances with grace
all behind the closet door

But at the slightest noise
She returns to the other toys
She can’t let anyone know

Because it’s not to be done
Doll’s can’t have fun
Let alone perform a show

One day she’d take a stand
and dance across the land
wouldn’t that be great?

Until one sad day
When she was packed away
I guess her dreams will have to wait