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One Last Dance
Apr 12, 2021
She danced
As the doctors
Words played in her ears
She knew something
Was wrong
The unexplained
Falls
She’d always
Been graceful
Her language dance
The way she created
Poetry with movements.
ALS (Lou Gehrits disease)
It was slowly stripping
Life from her
Ability after ability
Until one day
Only a shell was left.
The tears fell
As she danced
A final dance
A tribute to
Who she once was.
Her life was
Becoming different
Life had a way
Of moving like
The dance
Both with
Wisdom and Grace
As well as those
Moments you
Tripped up
And fell.
She danced
One Last Dance
Not for an audience
But for herself.
© Michelle R Kidwell
April.12.2021
*This is a work of fiction
