Belle of the Ball

Mildred sat in her rocking chair The setting sun highlighting her silver hair Reflecting on her many, many years Her eyes glistened with joyful tears All the times both good and bad And how she missed her husband Brad They had been to such great places She tried to remember people’s faces Her mind had begun to slip a bit But her dancing feet would never quit Those feet had won the callus carnival It was a memory she loved to recall She had been there after all She had been the belle of the ball