I love the smile on people's faces when I hand them a poem with their name on it & yes of course you get to keep it.

you are a dancer and so you find a way to dance

through everything:

the hallways, gym class, chorus

when we have to stand, white fields, your dance studio,

we plan sledding days at the country club with a hill

& reminisce about them when summer comes,

recall hours spent tumbling

head over heels into mounds of snow, clutching