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Dancing
Mennonites don’t dance.
It’s not something you ask about:
mothers frown, wave their hands,
talk incomprehensibly.
I used to sneak channel 12 on downstairs,
watch the Canadian National Ballet.
When I was eleven
my legs grown long,
I asked Dad for Nutcracker tickets.
I think he was happy,
my first time at a city stage
not filled with a choir.
—Cheryl Denise, Philippi, West
Virginia, is author of I Saw God Dancing,
the collection of poetry from which
“Mother God” comes and which
was awarded first place in the 1998 West
Virginia Writers Annual Spring
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