Back When

Back when I was a ballerina I turned and twirled With leotards and pink tutus. I sautéed. I plied. I turned and went the wrong way on stage And provided plenty of laughs for my family. Back when I was a walker My mom made my dad wait Down the street from the school. I walked. I was a cool kid. I embraced the hot sun And made my way to the truck. Back when I was a softball player I was very dedicated. I went to practice and did my best. I ran and slid. I swung and hit. But the injuries took their toll. I miss it now. Back when I was a writer I had to write three short poems, All about the past I barely remember. It took all night. My writing was strained, My creativity was spent, And I just wanted to go to sleep.