Watching elderly couples dance to old time music,
light on their feet, stepping and turning to the
beat of each song.
Swaying, swirling, suddenly hitting my mind with
memories of Mom and Dad, dancing together on their
anniversary.
If they had only lived longer, there would've been
many more dances for them.
Tears take over my mind as I watch them in a globe,
dancing as tears fall from it's top.
There should've been many more years for them to
live, we would've had many memories hiding within
if they had.
As it is, what we have will have to do until we too,
move to our futures beyond us.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem