30 day poetry challenge: day 19

Fame

My name is called out to the crowd

And they scream wildly.

I smile warmly, raise might right hand

To acknowledge the crowd.

I walk towards the microphone,

Head held high, back ramrod straight,

And open my mouth to speak.

Then I falter.

I look down at my shoes, shuffle my feet,

Brush back my blond hair, fiddle with the bow at the end

And the audience looks on, patient, expectant.

At last, I raise my head, smile, prepare to speak,

When I hear a voice from beyond the crowd.

“Coming mum!” I yell, and leave my soft toys behind.

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