Still Dancing
A delicate child with fragile
health, she was sweet-faced and
gentle. Admirers never knew she
could not view them as they did her.
A forceps delivery impacted her
eyesight and as she matured she
became legally blind. In her young
years she was shy and reserved
and her mother despaired she would
never find someone to love her. But
she did, mothered three of her own
managing to work around all the
obstacles others would view as
impediments. Her husband concerned
she was too retiring, convinced her
to accompany him to a social event
and for the first time she heard the
laughter of people dancing in tandem.
Ballroom dancing became her passion
as together they became skilled and
committed to social gaiety and graceful
movement. She lives now for the
dance, moving as she is toward her
80th year. Moved as well beyond
merely ballroom to include square and
line and whatever else she is inclined
toward in joy of the elegance and
freedom of movement and laughter.
Monday, February 6, 2017
Labels:
Poetry
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