Another poem from my poetry book. My apologies that I have not been posting on the blog. We are in the middle of selling things to raise money to get another vehicle after our van transmission went out, one that I can get into easier than my son’s jeep. So, my brain is tired. 🙂 Some of you asked me how you could help. Please just buy the poetry book because that way you will get something in return instead of just donating.
The book can be bought here: https://workthedream.wordpress.com/2016/05/09/my-book-is-on-amazon/
THE LAST DANCE
With wisps of hair across her beautiful face
Tears on her cheeks your finger could trace
She stood there, head bowed in humble prayer
Feeling as if she were the only one to care
She closed her eyes and listened once more
To the music that always drew her to the door
The music suddenly rose in tempo and sound
She knew soon 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 high to twirl up in the air
She suddenly felt his hands holding there
He lifted her higher than she had ever flown
And twirled better than she had ever known
He molded himself to her as if they were one
Remaining there with her til the dance was done
The applause thundered 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, hospital beds are what she found
As she glanced, she saw her toes pointed down
She knew only her attitude kept her bed bound
No matter what happened she could dance free
Closing her eyes, the stage she would see
©danLrene 2013
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