Charter Three: Ballerinas And Morning Glories

"Good morning Mother." Stated the five-year-old. As she danced out of bed fully dressed in her lace, tights and tiara. Toes extended and arms framed she twisted and plie` down the hall to breakfast. Out of no where she began the tale of how ballerinas are born.

 

 

"Did you know at night while you were sleeping a host of angels would let themselves into our home, my own angel would rub your tummy and whispered my name and ever so gently kiss your forehead. Leaving a light residue of heavenly dust behind. Leaving you with a radiant glow. Night after night she did this until the night of my birth.

 

On that night my angel went to heaven to greet me. Heavens own Prince introduced me to the evening stars that whispered in my ear. Telling me how to make the peoples eyes twinkle as I dance. Then I met the peaceful East Wind. Also whispering in my ear. Telling me the secret of gliding on air.

 

I set in a field of Morning Glories thinking how I will miss this holy place. As God’s own Morning Star whispered to me my true name and told me of loves true meaning and with a kiss on the forehead reminding me to hold dear the pure heart I had been given. The light from the night stars and the refreshing east wind delivered me to your waiting arms and that Mother, is how ballerinas are born.

 

Peyton Marie Palmer 07-18-2008

Author's Note

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Reviews

[barleygirl]

BRILLIANT! You've captured the child's voice & imagination so delightfully! Now I'm not trying to locate the line between heaven & earthly doings in your chapters anymore . . . I'm just admiring how your chapters are loosely related with such ephemeral depictions of heaven & earth & who might be crossing the line between these realms. You have the childlike voice down pat & it's a great way to tell an imaginative ditty (((HUGS))) Fondly, Margie

[Cherrie Palmer]

Thank you Margie :)