Both shoes worn and feet numb ready to recite an homage to life’s most faithful mentor: mum.
Moonlight eases trembles on a blackest, gelid stroll, dancing where guiding is needed—unfearing a hiding soul.
Encounters eldritch re-re-re-whisper, “Fear you yet?” But, memories prompt walks as a paraselene in a response of pirouette.
Reflection of a brighter star and pebble of a bolder rock, this show crescendos with graceful thanks for teacher’s faith in most foibled flock.
Plaudits rain for taps tipped well and spins spun right—and inner talk stirs up unspoken mentionitis for the inspiration of evening’s sight.
Then, as laces loosen so toes may free, stage’s brights warm a thought to be: ever boundless in the heart, she will, as well, remain the integral tip of the dawning success of me in art. ; )