Last Dance

Strobe lights loud music
silver glitter balls
reflective tiny stars
dot the dance floor hall.

She was grinding and pumping
body toned tight and fast
she was the centre of attention
her choice her last dance.

She expertly glided
up and down the polished pole
her red satin outfit
simply amplified the show.

As she flawlessly moved
to the chants of the men
drawing into herself
shone a dazzling grin.

Becoming one with the pole
giving it her very all
this was her last song
head high standing tall.

As she smiled and waved
searching deep within her core
for this one final bow
were loud whistles and roars.

She quickly grabbed her outfit
running to the door backstage
in the comfort of her robe
kissed a picture daughter Paige.

I did this for you
my sweet baby girl
for college bound you are
with the money I have earned.

The men cheered loudly
she reached her last goal
 turning from the mirror
freely flew her soul.









reworked    08-26-2016

dancedaughterfreedominspirationalintrospectionrhyme

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Charlie Smith

September 18, 2017 at 7:36 PM

Lynn, why do I have to go so far back to find such wonderful poems from you? You show such depth in your pieces. I hope to see more new work soon. My best to you, Charlie...

Lisa Ricci

April 22, 2017 at 11:00 AM

Good Morning Lynn. Wow. I didn't know what I would be reading before turning the page. Your words truly tell a story. Your words are also clear and vivid that we are all in the scene looking on and following. That is a credit to your writing. Bless the dancing girl and mom. Well done in its entirety. Honestly.

Vladislav Raven

March 22, 2017 at 12:17 AM

Hi Lynn, what a beautiful poem. The poem does speak for itself. A mother's love is the strongest love there is in this world. Surely your poem here does show this. An excellent write once again Lynn. A wonderfully sad poem. To this mother her child is the most important thing. I perused this poem so slowly to savour its sadness. This has to be a seven and a fave Lynn. Hugs....Mike. XX

Connie Marcum Wong

March 20, 2017 at 6:41 AM

Your poem is a wonderful illustration of a mothers love Lynn. I really loved the imagery in your third stanza. This is another keeper for me. A Fave : ) 7

Paul Callus

March 10, 2017 at 4:18 PM

This mother goes to great lengths to make sure her daughter's education does not get aborted! I presume that we are here talking about a single mother who makes sacrifices not to deprive her child of the most important things in life. Looks like it's mission accomplished! Let us not be hard on her! ~ #7 Best regards // paul

James Inman

September 25, 2016 at 6:14 PM

A wonderful write Lynn but the subject I can't agree with. This woman is justifying what she is doing by using her daughter as an excuse. She is not doing it for her daughter.