Every Dream Is Real

They’ve waited a lifetime,
Albeit, the years few
This hour sublime,
It’s which they pursue

The stage being set,
Their little palms sweaty
Refusing to forget,
That they’re more than ready

The curtain yet wide,
They start taking their places
Full of tiny pride,
And painted up faces

Dancing young hearts out,
It’s why they are here
In their mind, no doubt
They’ll hear a great cheer

Ballet is their prayer,
In all of its splendor
Their family all there,
Front row, and center

(Written for the painting titled ‘Every Dream Is Real’)