| ROBERTA A. MCQUEEN
BALLERINA DREAMS
As a young girl I dreamed
of becoming a ballerina
mind full of fantasy
while doing dishes
Middle child of seven
so many chores
a baby to mind and
hand-me-downs to hem
Dancing on my toes
while baking bread
the mop was my partner
while cleaning floors
Imagining I was a dancer
gave me a chance to escape
lost in rhythm while
laundry waited to be hung
Now I can dance
anytime I want to
dancing away my troubles
dancing away my pain
Won't you be my partner
and dance with me?
SPEECHLESS
He insists he hates his dad
When asked why, he says
Daddy chokes mommy
He grabs his tiny throat
Gagging, gasping for air
Falling down, there's
Nothing more to say
DAUGHTER'S DISCOVERY
I picked up the photo
of the pretty young woman
sitting on the saddle swing
twinkling brown eyes
such a big smile for the camera
she was wearing a checkered blouse
knotted at the waist
Oh yes, I remember that shirt
those jeans fit
just the way they should
I flip the picture over
noticing the date
was 35 years before I was born
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