“The more my legs decline the more this poem and what it signifies means to me. I am losing my legs inch by inch. The muscles are deteriorating and the legs are losing strength day by day. Blood tests show my muscle enzymes are high and taking me off statins has not helped. It is the muscles shrinking and weakness no matter how much I exercise them with the stretchy bands. More tests lay ahead and a Rheumatologist. But as with all things…I still have that dance inside my head and heart and can dance anytime I want…right here laying on this bed. Many things I am missing now…but not in my heart and mind. Never ever give up and on those days when you can not do anything; close your eyes and do it anyway.” danLrene
The Last Dance
With wisps of hair across her beautiful face
Tears on her cheeks your finger could trace
She stood there with head bowed in humble prayer
Feeling as if she were the only one that cared
She closed her eyes and listened once more
To the music that always drew her to the door
The music rose in tempo and sound
She knew her time was coming around
Was her dream to dance just one last dance
And she knew tonight was her only chance
Rising on toes, she danced across the stage
Her body tensing up for the very next page
As she jumped to twirl up in the air
She suddenly felt his hands right there
He lifted her higher than she had ever flown
And twirled and danced better than she had ever known
He molded himself to her as if one
And remained there lifting her until the dance was done
The applause thundered and echoed around the room
And she felt as if life had just started to bloom
As the sounds died down, she smiled with tears
Not being able to dance was one of her fears
Then she opened her eyes and looked around
Oxygen hoses and hospital beds are what she found
As she glanced down she saw her toes pointed down
And she knew only her attitude kept her bed bound
No matter what happened she could dance so free
She just had to close her eyes and the stage she would see
danLrene 2013
Work The Dream 