My Performance

I worked every day for over four months preparing for the show.

My parents, cousins, brothers all know,

that I want them to be there, be proud and have fun

and also to bring flowers when the show is done.

My brothers are coming,

so they say;

I won’t know for sure until that day.

The days quickly pass and the show is tonight,

if my brothers come, they better not fight.

I dance on the stage and what do I see?

My brothers front row and center not looking at me.

One is playing Gameboy, the other is sleeping.

They are missing my jazz number,

but definitely not slumber.

The show continues for another hour,

The Gameboy stops, batteries out of power.

My youngest brother now awakens,

leaves for the bathroom;

My oldest just glances non-stop around the room.

The show is now over and all work is done;

My dancing was strong and overall, it was fun.

As for my brothers, they will be what they’ll be—

I’m happy at least that they were right there with me