Hair silver strands of silk
sunlight dancing against her
face drawn but still youthful
few age lines caress her face
time tenderly holds as dear
Looking down her eyes light
on beautiful feet that
still loved to dance
Eyes in the mirror remember
times youth was her friend
running alongside her as she
played the wind in her hair
train flying down the tracks
Looking down her eyes light
on beautiful feet that
still loved to dance
Visions of newborn babies
light ’round her head with
cries of delightful chatter
growing into children who
quickly grew having their own
Looking down her eyes light
on beautiful feet that
still loved to dance
Aging shows in her reflection
a body very slowly moving
her mind cradles the energy
youth once displayed now
disparaged by passing years
Looking down her eyes light
on beautiful feet that
still loved to dance
© December 2011 Renee Espriu
My mother aged gracefully, I felt, although her ill health made life very difficult but in the few years just prior to her death, she would mention now and again how her feet were still nice looking. Her own mother’s feet were knarled and unsightly due to arthritis so I believe it was important to her somehow that her own remained beautiful. She loved to dance so having feet still able to do so was important to her.
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I believe she had every rights to be proud of that. lucky lady!
just loved the beauty you captured in the poem.
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Thank You Trisha! I have a wondeful memory of going out to eat with family and they had an organ there that played and mother got right up and began to dance.
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my mom was an amazing singer but we had to beg and beg her to sing a single song 😦
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A beautiful memory of your mother well written
May she forever dance amongst the stars in the ballroom of Heavens Angels
Ian
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Thank you so much, Ian! She’ only been gone not quite four years now but I miss her still. She wasn’t able to dance, really, the last few years of her life as she was too ill but the thought of her ‘dancing amonst the stars in the ballroom of Heaven”…well, brought tears to my eyes.
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What a lovely homage to your mother and her beautiful dancing feet. I just know she is still happily dancing… Very tender and sweet, Renee.
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I think so, Gayle. At least I like to think of like that. She use to go with her girlfriend before World War II began to go dancing of a Friday or Saturday night and when she spoke of it you could tell it was one of the best times in her life. Thank You!
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My mother died just two days before what would’ve been her 56th birthday. She was one of my best friends as well as a mother and her passing was so unexpected. This happened in 1989 and I still miss her every bit as much today as I did then. Times ease the pain but, I think if we really loved them, it never actually leaves properly. This is a lovely tribute to her, and I too suspect because of her own mothers feet, it was more important to her that she keep hers. Awww Not much to ask of life, was it.
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My mother died at age 80 but was sick most of her adult life. I hardly remember her being well, really, and I wanted more than anything for her to just have good health. But some things are not meant to be. She suffered so much and that is something I will always have a hard time understanding…why some have lives such as that and some don’t. We weren’t best friends as she grew up in an era that didn’t lend itself to that but we were very much alike in many ways. I, too, love to dance.
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