RoseAnn V. Shawiak
Our Son's Debut - Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak
On a Thursday evening, picking up Dad and taking him with
us to TGIF's for dinner.
Ordering dinner and enjoying the atmosphere, it's our son's
night to go to an acting class to learn how to be intimeate
with a camera and work with many people, producers, etc.
Leaving for a few minutes when we're done to walk to class
with our son, and pay his fee.
Talking a few minutes with Mike Blinderman, a famous acting
teacher, and then going back to sit with Dad, an enjoyable
dinner to celebrate hopefully, an upcoming new good year.
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