We dance sometimes when we want to cry
No one can observe this theater of the feet
Music ends; you do not wait for the next song
Fresh air was the music my heart desired
Deep inhalations as I took in the view
Moon light on the water showed a calm sea
My heart ache would not ease – memories-
Too strong to let go nor the desire to do so
Dancing had always been fun – of course she led
The band could not stay long enough
Silent respect and love of each other enabled us
Something unique; we had so much to live for
There was no pressure; we lived for each other
Our lives, though together, had their singular paths
Questions were never asked; only support was given
Live proceeds; hard work required and accepted
Time moves on; eventually we were alone
Our children found their own paths which they took
We pulled the stop cord and ended our careers
Moved to our shack in the Upper Peninsula
Angels can dance on the head of a pin
The number has never been revealed to us
They were dancing privately while keeping their watch
Knowing there would be a day not too far into the future
They waited patiently until they were called to duty
In the meantime we danced a different step for us
We traveled to visit our children and enjoyed life
Being on the ground of life was a lifting experience
We had our moments and life was good
Our accomplishments were not counted as we went on
Then the news that a diagnosis was going to be fatal
Her angels showed her the light: Magenta, Gold, and Purple
They stopped dancing and took her away
I was left empty with no place to turn
So we smile even though we are sad
And dance slowly when we want to cry
Stanski
August 10, 2020 ^
Steve Haarman 