Lying in her padded home
she blissfully waits and sleeps.
Surrounded by rags and grease,
she dreams of high B flats.
She awakens to blinding light
and just like a teenager
pleads to sleep some more.
But taken from her padded house and grease and rags
she comes fluidly together.
A few warm ups to stretch the toes
and get her blood flowing.
She wakes up
Like a teacher who’s had her morning cup of coffee.
and run cleverly up and down the staff.
She knows she can play it all
if only this girl who makes her sing
would practice a little more often.
Christine is a teacher.
She’s taught this girl many things.
How to be patient
and just a bit rowdy
to know when to laugh
to know when to cry
to know when to leap
and when to fall.
By Emalie, 11th grade
[photo by leandre ouvreture via flickr]