Dance
A moving poem about grief, memory and resilience, where music and dance become a way to reconnect with love, loss and the presence of someone dearly missed.
I glance up
At my mother’s picture,
On top of stacked books
In indigo sweater,
She cradles my firstborn
In graceful arms,
As a proud & radiant
Smile reassures:
“Grieve not my child.”
Pause.
Then an Afrobeat.
I capture this sweet
Intro, drums, piano –
“I’m in a big mood,
Cos I feel you”…
Bopping my head
Up & down,
Side to side –
Shoulders carve out
grooves in space.
Flexible vertebrae,
Wining waist,
Snap my fingers,
The Buttocks –
My leg’s puppet master
Propels my feet to tap,
Move &
Overwhelmed to step
Body rowing,
I promise
To put down this pen
& dance like
You are watching.
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