Day 24: Hung up my ballet shoes

I no longer dance. No longer wear my ballet shoes.
I no longer prance, or spin, twirl or stand, balancing on tippy toes.
I no longer do my barre exercises or even own a tutu.

Now, I simply sit at the side and watch.
Watching the leaps. Watching the poise.
Watching the silent watery Grace tell life's story.

Quietly.