Their Dance
The music was lively.
The young dancer, unable to restrain
herself, stood and shuffled slowly to
the dance floor. His eyes followed her –
hopeful, but with sadness and concern.
Her gait unsteady, her cane little
help, she began to move – awkwardly
but determinedly – until her eyes
filled with frustration, fear, and
finally resignation; and she stopped.
His eyes filled.
She slowly lifted her gaze from her
uncooperative legs – until their eyes met.
Their painful frowns slowly morphed
into a wistful expression…
And they danced…Across the years,
In sweet remembrance of times
held as tightly in their memory
as they had once held each other…
And they smiled.
Copyright © BJ Brewer | Year Posted 2024
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