Yesterday’s memories cloud my mind,

In Pink attire of younger youth,

I chuckled at the young girl’s words,

It was oh so strange; let us go back.

I was not an artist of any sort,

What was to be expected of me?

But indeed I was made into a dancing flower; along with many other things,

“Thee better not mess up!”

bafflement upon mine own brow,

Alas! What is this?

Will those remember the missing steps?

I lacked talent of moving feet,

Oh! what encouraging words that thrilled my bones as we stood the stage!

But I lacked on as What the Girl undesirably wanted me to do!

But wait! Oh but wait!

What happened afterward?

Nada, nothing at all.

We left and moved on to the next scene of our lives!