Her Last Dance
Her Last Dance
The fading embers of her mind
Drift away to a long-ago time
To shrouded visions of some young girl
A time of wonder, a world to unfurl
Through fields she would dance humming a tune
Losing herself amidst the sweet scent of bloom
A fragrant-filled-feast for her lungs to consume
Within the wonderful freedom of nature’s playroom
And as the shimmering sun went down
She would dance through the streets
Of her drab little town
But a community forged
In this grey little place
Neighbours and friends
She could never replace
Some faces so clear
She can still see their smiles
Feel that warmth of affection
She felt as a child
But most are now echoes
Veiled ghosts in her mind
A way of life and its people
Lost somewhere in time…
But, she continued to dance
This sweet, little girl
Took life as it came
Made her own little swirl
One day when she slipped
A hand caught her fall
Funny how sometimes
A look says it all
And their hands caressed
For many a year
Sounds of children and laughter
Filling the air
Such a merry waltz they danced
To a tune they made together
A mere whistle to the world
To her, a symphony forever …
But an unforgiving disease
Found him one day
His soul lost its glow
As he faded to grey
But she held his hand tight
And he felt her despair
‘Life is a dance,’ he smiled
Then was no longer there
So she danced on without him
For a few more years
Knowing the memories they’d shared
Would always be hers
But she started to drift
And her body to quiver
Sweet memories seeped out
Like a fast-flowing river
Her world became smaller
Confusing and dark
The rhythm all gone
From her fluttering heart
Her children were strangers
Kissing her brow
But she knew she was waiting
For someone
Somehow…
And so here she lies
In this unfamiliar place
But someone’s returned
To put a smile on her face…
‘Come dance with me,’ he says
‘Amidst the sweet scent of bloom’
And like blossom they float
Back to nature’s playroom.
Stephen Atkinson
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