Written: 4-25-07

She is Flying

I can’t look at her, declared my sister.

Instead, she saw her dancing.

Dancing at the wedding,

sixty seven years after her own wedding.

She danced alongside her husband,

as the last couple to finish the couples dance.

Today she danced through our hearts and memories.

She could not be contained.

She was desperate to sing, to dance, to laugh.

Such memories wrapped me in her new life.

She looks like she’s sleeping, my cousin offers.

Ignoring the comment, I see every eye is damp.

A looming darkness falls heavily on the church

robbing those of hope or resignation

She wouldn’t allow the tears.

Her wings would wipe away the pain.

For now, her and I will share the secret.

Her eyes are far from this sadness

and I quietly whisper her dance to leave this place,

“Go, Fly!”