Mother Danced

Mother danced

between coffee table and easy chair,

through blades of sunlight

that cut the air;

then caught my open

mouth and eyes,

and laughing, plucked me

from my wonder and surprise

and into her embrace.

 

We danced in circles,

she and I,

this dance a lesson

cleverly disguised:

life is spinning, laughter, joy,

where towards the end I'll fall

once more a little boy

remembering mother's face.

 

Mother danced,

and now I dance

in small and smaller circles.