DANCING IN THE MOONLIGHT
February 3rd, 2018 | Posted by in UncategorizedSitting by the window
in the pale moonlight
I rocked your newborn baby
as you prepared to go out
with a friend,
for you had the desire, the need,
to dance.
Barely over the birth process
you looked radiant
as you entered the room
wearing that little black dress
that I know, you swore,
you would never fit in again.
The music was playing and
you picked up your baby
and danced with her,
swaying to the music and
twirling her around the room
and I swear, I was never
as proud of you as I was
just then.
Fondly I recalled,
how once upon a time
this child’s mother was
that little girl of mine.
Then wiping the tears
out of my eyes,
bidding the past adieu,
inspired by you,
I got up, and I danced too.
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