I have been angry,
knowing you weren't dancing
and sometimes-
dragging humble feet
across the floor.
You were glancing up to see
how long it would take
till I spin out of control.
You reached out your hands
and I thought you prayed for me to fall,
but had I known you'd catch me,
I would have left it all-
I would have picked you up
we could have danced across the hall,
and if it is not too late,
I hope that I can make you dance again.
Author notes
My mother used to love dancing with me in the living room when I was a kid but she stopped when life got the best of us. I was angry because she changed, but now I realize she is still the same but really tired because I have not been as helpful as I could have been. I hope it's not too late to make her dance again. It's a bit different from my usual stuff, but it's for my mom.
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Comments
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Wow. This was an amazing poem. I felt like crying. I know this all too well. My mother and I had an amicable at best relationship when I was growing up. I was angry at her for a lot of years. But now she is my best friend and greatest ally. Though we have been through tough and trying times, we overcame the barriers of familial relationships that sometimes break people apart, and now we talk everyday. We have for years. Once again, this was a beautiful poem.
Write on!
~*~SP~*~
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