We were all dressed to go last week

but  in the end

the idea

was just too much

and she suddenly became nervous and tearful

and I thought;

it’s too soon for her,

it’s just too soon.

I undressed her slowly and cuddled her into me.

We’ll try again next week, I said.

Today, I dressed her.

Tights and tutu,

crossover and shoes.

Hoping against all hopes that she would not lose her nerve,

that she would find her feet

and she did.

Of course she did.

She was happy

and danced

and was free

to enjoy her normality

and I was happy and felt like dancing too.

For a while we both ignored reality.