And plie’

He bends with no hint of a tremble,

An effortless grace,

He is doing it for his daughter,

But he keeps an emotionless face,

And releve’

He rises like a sunflower in June,

Elegance to the tips of his fingers,

As he holds his posture as still as the air,

His daughter’s memory lingers,

And tendu,

He stretches through the sunlight,

His shadow graciously behind,

Remaining focused on the mirror,

And his love that is so blind,

And glissade,

He glides as if he has silk wings,

You can see he moves with love,

He made one promise only,

And dances as if she’s watching from above,

And sauté,

He jumps with the softest of landings,

Firstly we are startled followed by awe,

He loses his gaze for only a second,

To where his feet are on the floor,

And elance’,

He darts with a fire in his eyes,

His soul is beginning to show,

So powerful yet so neat,

A balance of pure love and technical flow,

And tourne’,

He gracefully turns and as he does,

We all start clapping his finish,

A dance so full of hurt yet beauty,

For the love for her he will never diminish