Day five invites us to write a poem that ‘illuminates the juxtaposition between grief and joy, sorrow and reprieve.’ https://www.napowrimo.net/day-five-10/
My poem came from a memory.
Keep Dancing
There was a moment when my mother
was stuck in her chair with cancer
creeping up her spine.
She said to me:
‘I’m not going to get any better.’
‘I’m learning to dance,’ I said. ‘The waltz.’
‘Show me,’ she said.
And I did.
Opening my arms to an imaginary partner,
I stepped around the room.
One, two, three, one, two, three …
She said to me:
‘Let me show you how.’
There was a miraculous moment
when my mother rose from her chair
and pulled me to her breast.
‘Follow me,’ she said.
And I did.
We danced and danced, laughed and laughed.
Tears of joy streamed down my face.
LyndyH 
Beautiful.
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That’s just stunning and so close to turning my tear taps on.
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Wow. So beautiful. I love this.
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This is so touching and beautiful. It reminds me of my mom.
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Nice memory. 🙂
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Poignant and beautiful!
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Beautiful. And Congratulations.
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Beautiful memory, moving poem💜
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Beautiful
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This is so special! My poem is nothing like that but I did manage to come up with something today – https://kathyholmes.net/2023/04/06/napowrimo-poem-3-time-passes/
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Such a beautiful poem for a beautiful memory.
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So beautiful!
Congratulations.
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What a moving memory.
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What a wonderful memory
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