Little Girls, Leotards and Yellow Cards

Little girls, bubbling with surprises,
Little girls, who proudly show their prizes.

. “Look, Nana, look what I got at school today!
. I got a yellow card! Isn’t it pretty?”

Nana smiles, so filled with love –
but still not so sure that this
prize is such a good thing.

  . “Silly, Nana! Of course, it’s a good thing –
. see, it’s pretty; like the colour of lemons!”

But why, Nana wants to know,
did you get such a lovely yellow card?

  . “Oh…’cause I didn’t do what my teacher
. wanted me to do.” She waved the card
. above her head, “But isn’t it pretty?”

And off she twilled in her pink leotard,
showing me a pirouette that she’d
recently learned. Yes, little girls
are bubbling with surprises.


Written for Margo Roby’s Tuesday Tryout: Your Inner Child

Author: Misky

‘Misky’ lives in the UK surrounded by flowers, freshly baked bread, and always keeps dog biscuits in her pocket for her blind Springer Spaniel. She never buys clothing without pockets. Her work is widely published.

12 thoughts on “Little Girls, Leotards and Yellow Cards”

  1. This is so sweet, Misky.😉 This little one obviously knows one of my favorite quotes: “Women who behave rarely make history.”😉

    Real quick, typo in second to last stanza. Should read “Isn’t it pretty?”

    Love this take on the prompt!

  2. Delightful. I was lucky I suppose to have had sons…as I vowed that if I had a girl I would never put her in a leotard. I think because the ones I was made to wear never did fit quite right…
    I also adore the quote from De…I refuse to behave! But then as of yet I haven’t made history either:)

    Thanks for your visit and kind words.

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