she reached for the glass
a dress in wonder stare
dance the pride
for all the family
there
fast and slow the bone rattle well
for in the last
what wonder
their story tell
age makes the mind
a fleeting stage
pride and find
escape the final page
marvel and wonder
as dance tells its tale
a memory left in mind and heart
across the floor she would sail
no grave for this child of God
her bones rattle still
in a house of doctor
where they learn their skill
Ground absorbs our every need
like angels in a sky
pulling every weed
some a coffin
will never need
in our minds she dances every day
smiles abound
across the floor
nary makes a sound
she reached for the glass
a dress in wonder stare
dance the pride
for all the family
there
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Author Notes
My wife's mother loved to dance and did so into 50's, all the modern dances, upon her death she requested her body be donated, so her bones could rattle still, angie captured her so well, my wife cried for the first time, since her mothers death some 15 years go
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